good intentions shattered by conventions    traditionalized and bland with boredom searched    over and feared of    hatred is the cursed habit of the hardest working man    I'll take a drink to this and a drink to that    and a good smoke to clear my head    I'm not a criminal    I'm at times quite honest    I'm not some scrawny knave    I'd say I'm almost brave    punching in is punching out of courage    doing what you're told and holding back your dreams    for an awful, dead-end burden    denial is the loyal vice of the hardest working man    I'll fight 'em down to bits and fuck their dirty tricks    and I'll always finish last