How'd you fare
By Javoid
V1
See where your life is,
Judged by your canon,
Think your in crisis,
Never known a rut like this!
You think your bleeding,
You got no questions to believe in,
I'll tell you my state, I'm barely breathing.
No air for screaming! Lost all sense of dreaming.
You need to reason, you and your where, how'd you fare?
Ch
I'd say we got it pretty good,
When we look at the overview of where we're stood, can you say all you got,
Is the same cliche line as the clothes on your back,
if this isn't true, if this isn't fact,
If every day your not breaking your back,
Praying for the sack.
I could say to you, we got it pretty good,
than the millions screwed, In destitute,
a scuzzy reality, a grind on every tooth,look at where your stood.
Now in the mirror, ask yourself, how'd you fare?
V2
Still your feeling,
Your in the deep end,
Are your bills up to your neck?
Are you ship wrecked!
Would you like a cigarette?
There's people fleeing, days without eating!
If this is so called freedom, leave me in my so called cage! You need to reason, you and your where, how'd you fare?
Ch
I'd say we got it pretty good,
When we look at the overview of where we're stood, can you say all you got,
Is the same cliche line as the clothes on your back,
if this isn't true, if this isn't fact,
If every day your not breaking your back,
Praying for the sack.
I could say to you, we got it pretty good,
than the millions screwed, In destitute,
a scuzzy reality, a grind on every tooth,look at where your stood.
Now in the mirror, ask yourself, how'd you fare?
V3
you think you compare, to a squalid existence,
You've hit a dead end, the path of the tempest,
Complaining your despair, for not being more respected,
never mind the wretched, or disconsolate,
Those with so much more anguish, do you care,
you need to re-evaluate, you and your where?
How'd you fare?
Ch
I'd say we got it pretty good,
When we look at the overview of where we're stood, can you say all you got,
Is the same cliche line as the clothes on your back,
if this isn't true, if this isn't fact,
If every day your not breaking your back,
Praying for the sack.
I could say to you, we got it pretty good,
than the millions screwed, In destitute,
a scuzzy reality, a grind on every tooth,look at where your stood.
Now in the mirror, ask yourself, how'd you fare?
