Survival is my day job, ain't makin' minimum wage.

State don't care 'bout my welfare, just as soon put me in a cage.

I'd smoke my share of herb, so much better than beer.

But I can't fight the government, or even ease one mans' fear.

There's a tempest in the making, a self destruct in almost everyone's brain.

No trouble for me now, it's already driven me insane.

I'm on the other side of crazy, headin' nowhere, 'cause I got nowhere to go.

Red sky in the morning, no rain before the day is done.

In the clear and present danger, don't it make you want to turn and run?

"Who will save us?"

I hear you cryin' in the lonesome night.

Love is the answer. Will we ever get it right?

Survival is my day job.

I'm on the other side of crazy, headin' nowhere 'cause I got nowhere to go.

Survival is my day job. Survival is my day job.

Survival is my day job. Survival is my day job.