Clenched Fist - Desperate Times/desperate Measures Lyrics

Desperate times, desperate measures
Things could stand to be a lot better
Breaking my back, paying life's dues
I don't think I can walk anymore in these shoes
I can't get ahead
hard times have forced my hand
Forcing me to become what I despise
I gotta do it, swallow my pride
Forcing to become what I despise
Desperate measures for desperate times