In this thing called life
We are pulled kicking, screaming through the front door
We lie awake, patiently awaiting the groundswell

Don't you bring your drama down on me
Not who I should have, could have, would have been

We Don't have it that easy, 
and everybody knows
Guys like us get thrown, Out the Windows.

Living in a suit,
Theres a different code that you live by
Driving out
Always recognized for the lo-fi

Don't you bring your drama down on me
Not who I should have, could have, would have been

We Don't have it that easy, 
and everybody knows
Guys like us get thrown, Out the Windows.

Some Lie awake in silence surviving pestilence and war
To Die quietly in their sleep, 
leaving quietly by the back door...

Don't you bring your drama down on me
Not who I should have, could have, would have been

We Don't have it that easy, 
and everybody knows
Guys like us get thrown, Out the Windows.