you've done your part taken for granted turned in time...make this right, i gave up, now give up...everything we ever wanted stayed the same...
i think its hes basically talking about working a lame job turning in hours for money. he gave up on anything better and all their material wants and desires were unchanging and unsatisfiable
broken bones and cracked skulls feel like sore thumbs and headaches to the nail sticking up that gets hammered down.
if youre tough enough to go against the grain youre tough enough to take the shit that comes your way for it
blood burning bright upon ripped lips tastes like the end of inertia and the start of our lives.
not sure
these days, i can't be asked to worry about where the personas have gone.. whether or not they've ever made sense or to care what they were originally based on, and all of my good sense has fallen through cracks and left its mark in other places far deeper than i could ever imagine.
this ones pretty straightforward
no one here gets out alive. 420 to fill it up.
THE WHOLE POINT of the song. In the game of life there are no winners. So enjoy your time; 420 to fill it up.
you've done your part taken for granted turned in time...make this right, i gave up, now give up...everything we ever wanted stayed the same...
broken bones and cracked skulls feel like sore thumbs and headaches to the nail sticking up that gets hammered down.
blood burning bright upon ripped lips tastes like the end of inertia and the start of our lives.
these days, i can't be asked to worry about where the personas have gone.. whether or not they've ever made sense or to care what they were originally based on, and all of my good sense has fallen through cracks and left its mark in other places far deeper than i could ever imagine.
no one here gets out alive. 420 to fill it up.