FAFO Current Draft

[intro] [Verse 1] Mom said settle down, Dad said get a trade, everybody’s got a plan for the life we haven’t made. Buy a little house, have a little kid, look good in the photo like the bomb shelters did. I got half a tank, three missed calls, and a job that wants my body but gets mad when I'm off. Boss said, “chin up,” I said, “yeah, good advice,” I don’t hate work, I just hate selling my life. [Pre-Chorus] And the boys upstairs got rockets now, silver suits and a savior complex. Sky’s the limit if you bought that shit, we’re down here trying to clear the rent. [Chorus] When life’s like this, we get meaner just to live with it, too young to be this sick of it, too old to play pretend. We had big plans, now we’re picking through the pieces, trying to call it growing up when it feels more like the end. [Verse 2] Rent went up, wages stayed, funny how it always lands on the people getting paid late. Hotter each year, same cheap fan, same old men on TV with the same five-year plan. We got good at jokes, bad at sleep, put a brave face on like it came with the lease. I don’t hate work, I just hate begging for hours, then thanking some prick when he hands me back ours. [Plain speaking] "Oh my fucking god, I'm so fucking tired of-" [Chorus] life like this, we get meaner just to live with it, too young to be this sick of it, too old to play pretend. We had big plans, now we’re picking through the pieces, trying to call it growing up when it feels more like the end. [Bridge] Keep your head up, keep your hands clean, keep your mouth shut, keep the lights on. Keep your head up, keep your hands clean, keep your mouth shut, keep the lights on. And we go, oh no, same shit, new low. And we go, oh no, Old men, new low. [Final Chorus] When life’s like this (LIFE'S LIKE THIS) we get meaner just to live with it, too young to be this sick of it, too old to play pretend. We had big plans, (Keep on treading water) now we’re picking through the pieces, (tell me when it gets fun) trying to call it growing up (Keep on treading water) when it feels more like the end. (we were never built to run) [Plain Speaking] "Where's my cigarettes?" (Track ends abruptly on a dead stop/fade to silence)