Live like a ghost and all you feel is nothingnessnPlayed off the myth that all peaople are born with giftsnI can't recall if the fucks at the end of the linenTow the rope all their lives or do they get the callnTake me back to the startnSmoke your face black hide your soul from the scrutinynPunch in punch out and then go home to your tvnFear fills the everyday Joe simple nothing mannBills pile on booze that will get him through the weekendnTake him back to the startnI don't want to be the onenSoaked in sorrownTell the man what he's wonnCrushed tomorrownLooking back what we've donenAin't so much fucknAt least he's go what he's gotnWhere do you stack up?nIt's not the same thingnI don't want to be the kidnWho hated life and what he didnI'll cherish it right to the endnAnd fight against the normalcy and boring shitnDepression ends when I stand up and bang my headnUnleash the beast that sad old friend and I cannFly or go on with the lienOr will I break the trend?nIt wants to take you down inside my friendnThe system never endsnThe poor stay poor againnThe wealthy go and spendnGod bless America my friendnBenSonRighteousnNow