Hey now,
What happened to being proud of being an underdog?
What happened to wearing the pain like a badge of honor?
The only badge I’ll get to wear
Because I am not smart
I've just gotten really good at faking
And faking gets you nowhere
That’s why I'm now here,
In this damned place for public humiliation and I'm supposed to be grateful
Hey now,
Let’s bare our teeth
We make it by the skin of them
There's nothing quite like an artist’s pain,
The heart trying to leave the body through the throat
You know it’s bad when your own heart wants out
It rips itself from the chest
As if it were merely attacked with Velcro
Weak
Hey now,
We don’t play horribly safe
But risks and gambling are the only way we can live with ourselves
And we never fucking learn
Making the same mistakes
As if we were geniuses in our tattered shoes
We continue on living like we knew something else ought to happen
Fools is what we are
And we’re too damned stubborn to change our ways
Hey now,
Sometimes you get to taste the sea on your salty lips,
And they can’t
This whole place is friggin rigged
Just deport me already
I know too much,
Of depression
Because I became so lonely
Without something, anything
Hey now,
Where are the others?
Now is our time to join
To stop the artists’ creative pain
And stupidity
Of thinking that writing, painting, drawing, singing, playing,
Is going to stop it
Like staying up late working overtime for free,
Is going to get you anywhere
Hey now,
There’s supposedly baseball stadiums full of you
Who stay home to avoid getting bullied
If adults think that your education is so important
Then why do they make you feel so bad?
Hypocrites!
Guys stay home,
The lessons they teach in school
Have only taught me to hate myself
Hey now,
Let’s not become our own bullies
Let’s just do something
Like raise hell
Gotta fuck up this world some more
Because apparently leaving without making a mark, isn’t good
But as underdogs
We are stuck wearing choke chains
And muzzles
Hey now,
Class E is a proud class
Full of assassins
Let’s be like them
Get disappointed
Then build yourself up
Don’t let brick walls stop you
Don’t let gravity get you down
And don’t let tornadoes twist and turn you into a hot mess
Hey now,
They don’t know our pain,
Of working hard for nothing But as underdogs we are the people that keep coming, we’re the people that live
They don’t know about the ghost
The ghost of good ‘ol Tom Joad