son take it from me it s in the little victories that keep you shaking hands with defeat yeah son i ll tell you reality isn t all it s cracked up to be but the years go lightning fast that i just can t help but see we believe it s okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you re growing old you always do what you re told going up in smoke and you re a ghost you know in the end you ll be walking the tightrope walking the tightrope son take it from me life s more than the floors of this factory and working forty hours every single week son i ll tell you reality isn t living down on your knees but my life s gone in a flash and i just can t help but see we believe it s okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you re growing old you always do what you re told going up in smoke and you re a ghost you know in the end you ll be walking the tightrope walking the tightrope mouthfuls of rotting dynamite mouthfuls of rotting dynamite you call this living a normal life we re not living a normal life  we still believe it s okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know that you re growing old you always do what you re told going up in smoke and you re a ghost you know in the end you ll be walking the tightrope walking the tightrope we still believe it s okay to leave the words caught in your throat but you know you ll be walking the tight rope you always do what you re told going up in smoke and you re a ghost you know in the end you ll be walking the tightrope walking the tightrope
['modern ska punk', 'pop punk', 'punk', 'ska', 'ska punk', 'skate punk']