Tightrope Songtext

von Screeching Weasel

I've never heard a member of the working class
Singing punk rock songs to kids they're too busy working
I don't get all worked up by angry white man tunes
By professional musicians they're just doing their jobs

The bar is not a pub, your friends are not your mates
A pack of badgers filled with bitterness and hate
If all the boys have died in bloody fights
Then maybe you should stop behaving like a petty thug
Singing anthemic eulogies at graves you dug

I will not glorify the working man
Thats just another weak excuse
And you know it oh yeah
To justify and romanticize a violent life
I think it's trite and I wanna see some fuckin' proof
Do you got it

Your dignity and honor but what do you do
To make difference in this cess pool of the world
No I don't have any answers just try to be a better man
And try to understand that we're all fucked and fighting
Eachother is what they want

Nobody's getting out of here alive
Choking to death on misplaced sense of pride
Everything's falling apart
Everything!

White man's not my enemy
Black man's not my enemy
Straight man's not my enemy
Gay man's not my enemy
Rich man's not my enemy
Poor man's not my enemy
No man is my enemy
No man is my enemy
My enemy no man
Is my enemy no man