Bomb The Music Industry! (And Action Action) (And Refused) (And Born Against) Are Fucking Dead!

One more just passed me by
I'm running out of fake interest in everybody doing shit
I think about ten months ago when
I was drinking in Seattle about as far away as I could go

So wait 'til tomorrow
It's happiness vs. survival
And you know that life can be a drag
I'll be here at the bottom of the pile
Brass rings were never my style
Don't mind me 'cause soon I'll be out of your way

Where can anyone possibly be comfortable?
'Cause everybody has to eat and there's not enough to go around
At a job working for a power grab or at a show bitching about a time slot
We all gotta be heard and it's all the same
No one has anything interesting to say

Say "Fuck tomorrow!"
Stop worrying about your survival
You know that life will be a drag
You'll punch and kick to the top of the heap
And you'll be replaceable like a million other sheep
Workers of the world unite and just give up

Give up on me
The truth is I'm not happy either way
Cause everyone is so original
Everybody's clever nowadays
I wanna leave the human race tonight

I'll wait til tomorrow
I always wait til tomorrow
You crushed my spirits for today
I'm happy at the bottom of the pile
Brass rings were never my style
Just try and be polite when you push me out of your way