You got a faded sky
You got no breathing room
You got a wasted life
You got nothing to do
Get up
Get off the floor
I said get up
Do something more
You need a backbone
To roll with the world
You gotta get you one
To run with the bulls
You ready?
You got a pint of blood
You got a losing hand
You put a house of cards
On a hill of sand
You've got a fatal flaw
Skeleton made of straw
Images on the wall
Keeping you
In the dark
You're in a pack of wolves
Trying to live alone
If you’re gonna be a mole
Go back inside your hole