hard fight

pushed from the start

do it right and maybe you'll take a part

call a spade a spade

put on your blinkers maybe then you'll be made

to walk the streets

head full of false facts you can't get back

but you wake up one day

you wake up one day

can't see the world the same way

all the lights have changed

your routine's down the drain

things will never be the same

some call it art

but it's hard to start

when you don't know the game

but if feels so good

to be understood

by yourself again

now you've got to fight

you ain't got no wage so you ain't got no rights

call a spade a spade

put on your blinkers maybe then you'll be made