life, you think it's all in your hands, you play tricks, manipulating the band   you want fame, well here you are in the track and all without a spinal column in your back       you make waves while being jealous and weak, you want stars unless they happen to speak   you use blackmail tactics as part of your plan to undermine the battle of the working man       so we just play and smile all day at things you say and do   and use our little victories as trial for the few   and that means you       CHORUS:    and the bullshit goes on, it don't matter how far you run   it's that old familiar feeling when they're all convinced you're wrong   it's just different words and the same old fucking song   and the bullshit goes on       and it goes...          you pass blame because you think you're immune, and when your fingers should be itching to reopen the wound   you go on and on and on some more, your stupid ideas that we all ignore       so take your place and hide your face and we'll get on just fine   keep the distance, earn respect and we'll work it out in time       CHORUS       I want you to see some honesty you believe it's true   so come on open up to me like human beings are supposed to do   so won't you       CHORUS    it goes