Low Life

Low life, it’s real

It’s Friday night and you’ve got no steel

You can cry all you like

But the truth still hurts and the hurt still bites

And it all comes down to a very low high

No give, no take

You can’t rely on a state of grace

You can cry all you like

But the pressure’s on when the vein gets tight

And it’s all because of the cynical times

Low life, low life

No aim, no goal

No guiding light that can take control

You can cry all you like

But you still don’t speak to a world outside

And it’s all because of the sun in your eyes

Low life, low life

You can have it all but not at all fill that hole

You can make this deal go underground

All the saints are praying hard for your soul

You can buy some wheels and run them down

No aim, no goal

No guiding light that can take control

And it all comes down to a very low life

Low life, low life