My glazed eyes have me seeing things
A pixellated truth formed from digital drinks and I
I worry 'bout the future!
So, shut the blinds dear and hope for a cure
A country ill-equipped for the work we endure with no pride
We're just a nation full of lions
We work hard and give our paychecks to the bar
We work hard until we punch out at last call
We want heart, but we celebrate the heartless
We want love, but we'll settle for second-best
My grandpa worked his hands to the bone
Kept quiet all his pain, found his own way to Cope, but I
I just can't quite shake my shadow!
Then there's my father, the wisest of men
He learned from all the life that his life made him live
He said, "Son, the answer is the question"
So, work hard. Keep your head down and your eyes open
Yeah, work hard to see the beauty when it's been stolen
You want art so carry, oh carry your own damned pen
You want love, don't you settle until you're dead
(The dust will settle, don't you settle until you're dead)
(You want love, don't settle for second-best)
(The dust will settle, don't you settle until you're dead)