How are we supposed to live on
Knowing were just going to die off
Wondering everyday if it will be your last
Trying to remember the good times from the past
We work, pay, get hurt, and pushed around
Only to be put six feet underground

How are we supposed to live on
Knowing were just going to die off
It's time to take a stand
Kill the bull, and take life by the hands
If you always do what you've done
You'll always get what you've gotten

How are we supposed to live on
Knowing were just going to die off
So forget the guidlines
And focus on the good times
Live each day like its your last
Make the future, and forget the past