A family man in the midst of

a total breakdown

seeks refuge inebriated state

As he thinks to himself how did

life pass me by - somewhere down

The line I forgot how to live

now every day is just another chore,

Another

day, another week, another year.

The world slowly turns, but this

rut never ends - one blink of an

eye then it's gone.

So he puts his faith in the Almighty

Lord up above, he's told for all good

men Heaven awaits

"Well I can't wait

any longer when's

it my turn to see the light that'll

come and take my troubles away?"

Now he spends his days preaching

what he does not believe, to a world

that's forgotten how to live

and he can't understand the empty

Feelin' inside that seems to grow

every hour, every day.

"What's it take to be a man, when

everything I'm taught I can't believe

And everything is thrown right in my

face?

I wake up everyday, I live here among

The dead and I am one of them. Is

this how it's gotta be? For you and me

Open your eyes take a look a

round think nice thoughts then

it's off to work I go!"

Now it's back to the hustle and it's

back to the beat

It's back to another forty hour

week.

"Soon that weekend will come

I'll get to have a little fun then

it's back to my forty hour grave"