What I've Learned Lyrics

Fingers exposed to bone, Nose pressed into the grindstone, My neck is sick from this weight I carry, Blistered feet, red raw toes, This constant state is never, never, never enough for you... And I'm sick and tired of this, Cracking vertebra and slipping disks, Morale less each unit shifts Well is this mine or is this someone else's dream? You seem to misconstrue exactly what I mean to say. And it doesn't seem like this shit is working anymore. 'Cos I'm afraid of loosing everything that I am, In the back of a moving van, And I'm afraid, Things will never be the same. Here it goes again, Another town to make it right, Tell them what they want to hear, Do the same thing every year... Here it goes again.