I think the lyrics are a bit wrong, here's my version:
The problem with society's been how do we teach
And live happily.
We'll fight this battle for years to come
Until we only accept that we can't stand on our own.
Grandfather used his hands
he worked them too the bone
Provide his family with a happy home, alone.
Don't take your aggression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy old and tired
All your ideas are so [fucking?] uninspired.
Takes more than one idea (what i did)
More than one percent to fight the fight (fire?)
How many times have you taught if not conspired?
You don't wanna be, they never say
But don't call us the liars
We've walked these alleys a thousand times
And scattered around a thousand lies.
They are trying to hold you down
your life may may be hard
but keep your feet on the ground.
Why don't I have the fun of things that others have?
The chance is there if you want it all that bad.
So bad.
Don't take your aggression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy old and tired
All your ideas are so [fucking?] uninspired.
Takes more than one idea (what i did)
More than one percent to fight the fight (fire?)
How many times have you taught if not conspired?
Don't try and get me confused.
Cause I do understand.
And sometimes people need help.
That they may be now
And when this problems going on.
A thing you have to get straight
Is that you don't own my hand.
And I don't owe you a thing.
So don't think about how sorry
You feel when now your treated so bad.
Don't take your aggression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy old and tired
All your ideas are so [fucking?] uninspired.
Takes more than one idea (what i did)
More than one percent to fight the fight (fire?)
How many times have you taught if not conspired?
And as a race we look back and we've come so far.
While some may think that the others have had it so hard
But in this day we just complain while there's no want for us to fight.
I guess we're born in this
how we keep us argue [pain?].
I think the lyrics are a bit wrong, here's my version:
The problem with society's been how do we teach And live happily. We'll fight this battle for years to come Until we only accept that we can't stand on our own.
Grandfather used his hands he worked them too the bone Provide his family with a happy home, alone.
Don't take your aggression out on me. My old man is all I'm meant to be. This common place is so lazy old and tired All your ideas are so [fucking?] uninspired. Takes more than one idea (what i did) More than one percent to fight the fight (fire?) How many times have you taught if not conspired?
You don't wanna be, they never say But don't call us the liars
We've walked these alleys a thousand times And scattered around a thousand lies. They are trying to hold you down your life may may be hard but keep your feet on the ground. Why don't I have the fun of things that others have? The chance is there if you want it all that bad. So bad.
Don't take your aggression out on me. My old man is all I'm meant to be. This common place is so lazy old and tired All your ideas are so [fucking?] uninspired. Takes more than one idea (what i did) More than one percent to fight the fight (fire?) How many times have you taught if not conspired?
Don't try and get me confused. Cause I do understand. And sometimes people need help. That they may be now And when this problems going on. A thing you have to get straight Is that you don't own my hand. And I don't owe you a thing. So don't think about how sorry You feel when now your treated so bad.
Don't take your aggression out on me. My old man is all I'm meant to be. This common place is so lazy old and tired All your ideas are so [fucking?] uninspired. Takes more than one idea (what i did) More than one percent to fight the fight (fire?) How many times have you taught if not conspired?
And as a race we look back and we've come so far. While some may think that the others have had it so hard But in this day we just complain while there's no want for us to fight. I guess we're born in this how we keep us argue [pain?].