Tightrope

I've never heard a member of the working class
Singing punk rock songs to kids
They're too busy working
I don't get all worked up by angry white man chants
By professional musicians
They're just doing their jobs

The bar is not a pub, your friends are not your mates
A pack of badgers filled with bitterness and hate
If all the boys are dying in bloody fights
Then maybe you should stop behaving like a petty thug
Singing anthemic eulogies at graves you've dug

I will not glorify the working man
That's just another weak excuse
And you know it
Oh yeah
To justify and romanticize a violent life
If that's right, then I wanna see some fucking proof
Do you got it?

Your dignity and honor
But what do you do
To make a difference in this cesspool of a world?
No, I don't have any answers
Just try to be a better man
And try to understand that we're all fucked
And fighting each other is want they want

Nobody's getting out of here alive
Choking to death on misplaced sense of pride

Everything's falling apart [x3]

Everything

The white man's not my enemy
The black man's not my enemy
The straight man's not my enemy
The gay man's not my enemy
The rich man's not my enemy
The poor man's not my enemy
No man is my enemy
No man is my enemy

My enemy

No man is my enemy [x3]

No man