The Punk
Bitterness is my domain, and failure is my tribe
Success sells, but I remain immune to bait or bribe
When destiny shoots my blank, the truth will then unfold:
I had no hope, I held no rank, I did as I was told
My true anthem is but the roar of load-bearing machines
My legacy is nothing more than lies behind the scenes
Thugs and drunkards haunt my street, I have seen nothing new
To contradict or to complete my bleak and shallow view
A chain pulls at my collar, there's a strain upon my time
Though I may dance on a dollar and kneel upon a dime
Neon lights the path I take, liars guide my way
To where heroes bend and break and scholars feast on clay
I have learned to rise and make a shelter of the scorn
Of a world that, no mistake, was of my sadness born;
When history draws my blank, the truth will then be known:
I had no hope, I held no rank, and I was not alone
Success sells, but I remain immune to bait or bribe
When destiny shoots my blank, the truth will then unfold:
I had no hope, I held no rank, I did as I was told
My true anthem is but the roar of load-bearing machines
My legacy is nothing more than lies behind the scenes
Thugs and drunkards haunt my street, I have seen nothing new
To contradict or to complete my bleak and shallow view
A chain pulls at my collar, there's a strain upon my time
Though I may dance on a dollar and kneel upon a dime
Neon lights the path I take, liars guide my way
To where heroes bend and break and scholars feast on clay
I have learned to rise and make a shelter of the scorn
Of a world that, no mistake, was of my sadness born;
When history draws my blank, the truth will then be known:
I had no hope, I held no rank, and I was not alone