The pounding truth

I get up, out of bed, get some coffee, go to work
I go from best, to better, to bad, into worse
I can't hang, I can't hang, I can't hang out with you
Cause in the middle of my head is the pounding truth

In this life we're living
We're just riding the coattails, riding the coattails
In this life we're living
There's no wind under our sails, riding the coattails

In the dirtiest of towns it's a ragedy scene
I go to buy my breakfast, got no money left to spend
I can't fly, I can't fly, I can't fly 'round the room
Cause in the middle of my head is the pounding truth

In this life we're living
We're just riding the coattails, fighting tooth and nail
In this life we're living
There's no wind under our sails, riding the coattails

In this life

In this life, yeah, we're living
We're just riding the coattails, riding the coattails
In this life, hell yeah, we're living
There's no wind under our sails, riding the coattails

In this life we're just living
In this life we're just living