We were born in a half built town, with stones and led in our eyes
I'm not concerned with what you think
You know we're all gonna die
Mom and Dad did the best that they could
Raised up Caine, the pain, the glory and good
Drive me down to the beach, or meet me after the show
Don't wanna meet your friends, hide it til' it blows
Scenester kids trying hard to compose
Silence is the only thing anyone knows
Hows the paycheck
Hows the rat race
You Hungry for more
Hows the paycheck
Hows the rat race
You looking to score
Your mama said he was gone, parade of dead ends and booze
Your names on his tattoo, it said we're gonna lose
"Where's the vow", she said she wanted an end
Drain me down, until I'm empty again
Hows that paycheck
Hows the rat race
Are you Hungry for more
Hows that paycheck
Hows the rat race? Your all just looking to score
I'd rather pack it up