Look away to the setting sun another wasted summer's day another loaded gun
That's welling up inside of me begging me to hit the lonesome roads tonight
There's no way out of a cornered life your chasing someone else's dreams with a broken knife
Don't stop to take a look around you might feel the pressure closing in
I always thought the good ones made due used everything they got to get em through
That in the end their hard work pays off won every hopeless battle they've fought
So wipe those tears away pray to god you live to punch that clock another day
The martyrs of the lower middle class will chase your fears away
Just wipe those useless tears away pray to god you'll live to punch that clock another day
The martyrs of the lower middle class will chase your hopes and dreams away
Another day another lease on life I've given up my rights to run can't turn my back this time
A brand new responsibility that calls me back home every night