The lyrics are reproduced in full here
I go full speed don’t look back
Do what I feel and live how I want to
Hide in your big warm house, lock the door and dream of
They say the meek will inherit the earth but who’s gonna
pay the tax?
Begging, scraping, sucking my welfare check
Bitching about big brother while big sister scratches my
hit and miss lifestyle. Down on whats it’s up to be.
Is this the one for me?
I play a rule breaker’s game. This game is called life.
Its not as easy as a cut of the cards or a twist of the
Day to day, hand to mouth
Is that what my life’s story is all about?
Lifestyles of the poor and homeless
I’m drunk and obnoxious and I hate the rich
The seed we planted is starting to show
But we screamed “no future” a thousand years ago
My belief is true, what about you?
I take the good with the bad and the bad with the bad
But I wish the bad would stop
What you practice now is what you preached then
Young and poor. Was told what it was to be
I wasn’t taught how to pronounce “free”
It was 1985, I was 17, and these guys were pollinating my consciousness:
This was the biggest thing in punk rock the year I graduated from high school. Rites of Spring were ’emo’ back when ’emo’ meant ‘Emo.’
I was the champion of forgive, forget / But I haven’t found a way to forgive you yet. / And though I know, you and I are through / All my thoughts are lines converging in on you.