The Struggle of the Everyman


I see disconnect between the many and the few
The rich keep gettin' richer and they’re bleedin' it from you
You work and slave and scrimp and save a dollar here and there
While their accounts get fatter like its coming from thin air


Why is life so hard
(It's the struggle of the everyman)


I try and try so hard
(Doin’ everything I fuckin’ can)


Maybe if I robbed a bank or stole a tank they’d hear
I think the only thing they understand is fuckin fear
We’ll take em out and string um up and shake them upside down
Empty out their pockets and pick the scraps up off the ground


Why is life so hard
(It's the struggle of the everyman)


I try and try so hard
(Doin’ everything I fuckin’ can)


I can’t do a fucking thing I want my fucking phone to ring and Ed mcMahon tells me that I won 5 fuckin grand a week and I don’t understand how I keep motherfucking struggling I write a fuckin million songs bouta million fuckin different things and I just want to cash a check that takes me out of fuckin debt so I don’t feel the fuckin threat of losing fucking everything and I just need a cigarette to ease the pain Russian roulette may be my fuckin only bet and try to motha fucking forget


Why is life so hard
(It's the struggle of the everyman)


I try and try so hard
(Doin’ everything I fuckin’ can)