If it feels like you're crawling through crap,
If your boss is breaking your back,
Let's take our bones and silicone,
And leaves the drones alone to moan,
Your time will come, sometime.
'Cause there's an equal spread of sunshine,
An equal share of rain,
An equal run of bad times in this world,
Of the good men and the wicked,
An equal fall of fortune,
An equal spread of sunshine in this world,
In this world.
If they hurt you... and they will,
You can assume they've been... hurt too,
So have so little soul they try to take yours away,
But if they tell you you'll never make it,
Don't believe what they say.
There's an equal spread of sunshine,
An equal fall of rain,
An equal run of bad times in this world,
Of the good men and the wicked,
An equal fall of fortune,
An equal spread of sunshine in this world,
In this world.
Every word, spoken in hiding,
Will one day be made known.
'Cause there's an equal spread of sunshine,
An equal fall of rain,
An equal run of bad times in this world,
Of the good men and the wicked,
An equal fall of fortune,
An equal share of sunshine,
In this world,
In this world,
In this world,
In this world,
In this world.
An equal spread of sunshine in this world,
In the sunshine,
Your time will come,
Your time will come,
There's an equal spread of sunshine, sunshine oh...
Writer(s): Steve Clarke, Joshua Doyle
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