Always had the dream Now I have the action Spent my time hearing
"this is wrong" Broken down disasters smoke filled empty rooms
And life of eye to eye to head to head You'll never understand

what this means to me Not for approval, not yours anyway Arrange
by the numbers Arrange by your casualty Defined by a submission
to a common sense That never had anything to do with me As

friends are made and lost I always look back smiling Never moved
by struggle fate or cost I'd rather stay a loser And laugh at
common sense Then rely on safety nets and reminisce As they

struggle for mediocrity.
It has always been frustrating to try and explain why we play
shows for gas money and sometimes less. "You drove six hours and

got paid twenty bucks? What a bunch of losers!" Yeah, I guess we
are. "You went on tour without getting any guarantees? You guys
are idiots!" Yeah, I guess we ar