you put your soul up in the pawn shop to pay the rent waiting for a ship that ain t never coming in in the land of industry we waist away the days blinded by distraction there s no one left to save time are getting tough times are getting tougher the world keeps spinning and she circling like a vulture try to get on try to get ahead think your in heaven but your in hell instead it s all about fear man you keep the masses scared never look beyond bought into the system and it all adds up to nothing in the end we ve been drinking with angels as the walls cave in and gods gone crazy or maybe he just don t understand the judge is crooked the juries fixed the wicked walk wile the innocent never see the light of day never see the light of day catch 22 the burden of the damn what sets ya free bring ya down in the end so it s a shot in the darkness dead on man i m pausing the hart ache cause sometimes the truth can be hard to face got to be something beyond this wilderness and it all adds up to nothing in the end we ve been drinking with angels as the walls cave in and gods gone crazy or may be he just don understand gods gone crazy or may be he just don understand
['modern ska punk', 'punk', 'ska', 'ska punk']