Fingers exposed to the bone,nNoses pressed into the grindstone,nMy neck is stiff from this weight I carry,nBlistered feet, nRed raw toes,nThis constant state is never, never, never enough for younnAnd I'm sick and tired of this,nCracking vertebra and slipping disks,nMorale less each unit shifts.nnWell, is this mine or is this someone else's dream?nYou seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say,nAnd it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore,nCause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,nIn the back of a moving van,nAnd I'm afraid,nThings will never be the same.nnHere it goes again,nAnother town to make it right,nTell them what they want to hear,nDo the same thing every year.nnWell, is this mine or is this someone else's dream?nYou seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say,nAnd it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore,nCause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,nIn the back of a moving van,nAnd I'm afraid,nThings will never be the same.nn(Here it goes again) [x4]nnCause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,nIn the back of a moving van,nAnd I'm afraid,nThings will never be the same.nnI'm loosing everything I am,nAnd I'm afraid,nThings will never be the same.nnCause I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am,n(Whoa, whoa)nIn the back of a moving van,nAnd I'm afraid, (And I'm afraid)nThings will never be the same again.nnIt doesn't feel like this shit is worth is anymore.n(It doesn't feel like)nBe the same again.nIt doesn't feel like this shit is worth it.