Pounding Truth

I get up out of bed, get some coffee, Go to work. I go from best to better to bad and To worst. 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. And surviving. We're living. We're just riding the coattails, Riding the coattails. And we're surviving. We're There's no wind under our sails, Riding the coattails. In the dirtiest of towns, it's a raggedy 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. And we're surviving. We're living. We're just riding the coattails, Fighting tooth and nail. And we're surviving. We're living. There's no wind under our sails, Riding the coattails. And We're Surviving. And surviving. Yeah, we're living. We're just riding the coattails, Riding the coattails. Surviving. Hell yeah, we're living. There's no wind under our sails, Riding the coattails. We're surviving. We're just living. And We're surviving. We're Just living