Against Me! Lyrics
2. What We Worked For
Lost the confidence to write a song, So I found three simple chords And held them together with my weak voice On an out of tune guitar My father gave to me. And may Elvis turn in his grave And Les Paul kiss my dirty, calloused fingers And may the likes of this song never make One fucking dollar, leave it for a demo tape To be played until it's broken, Then remembered only for what it was. That we gave them hell That we gave them hell That we gave them hell That we gave them hell That we gave them hell That we gave them hell To my friends and enemies who could of been anything, Titans and heroes who found survival in cause and effect. Behind counters, Behind windows, Striving just To be people With bitter ideals of justice. Do we only need to keep working because it pays rent? Sleeping under plastic stars glued to ceiling, Muscles burning alcohol and nicotine Every morning. But we gave them hell But we gave them hell But we gave them hell But we gave them hell But we gave them hell But we gave them hell There's a height beyond skyscrapers, There's a distance beyond the freeway, More than pictures in a magazine, More than tragedy in a rock and roll song. It's more than the actions you know are safe to make. It's more than money could ever buy. Are we living to work and die in American cities? And working to live and die in American cities, And dying for what we worked.
If you found error please correct these lyrics
If text is damaged you may return it to the last approved version
This is "What We Worked For" lyrics interpretation transcribed by AliveLyrics.com visitors. All rights belong to the respective authors, artists and labels. The lyrics are provided only for private study, scholarship, or research. Please consider buying related album to support Against Me!.