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 believed
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 believed
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
that you'll be walking the tightrope
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