Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Fight to Be Human, artist - Justin Currie. Date of issue: 03.05.2010
Song language: English
The Fight to Be Human |
| I’m not a master of what I survey |
| To death and disaster I am a slave |
| But I am the author of the words that I say |
| But why do I bother; |
| it’s all trash anyway |
| I try to be truthful- or I think that I try |
| I may not be useful but at least I’m alive |
| And millions of letters spill into the hive |
| And all of them worthless except for this line: |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| I stand on a mountain of pitiful prose |
| My mind is a fountain that pointlessly flows |
| They give you a trophy if you make the kids scream |
| But that’s such a joke to me; |
| how insipid I’ve been |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| I dig into my past now; |
| I dig into my wrist |
| To recapture the last time I felt the knife twist |
| And I kick at the shackles and heave at the chains |
| But I am the governor of my empty domains |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| And dead and diseased they prey on my mind |
| And after they leave me, I drink til I’m blind |
| I once had a refuge in music and wine |
| But now I am deaf to the word on the line |
| I cling to my records, I cling to my fates |
| That fool in the mirror has taken my place |
| And the funniest funerals; |
| the saddest of births |
| Are all an excuse to indulge in my thirst |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| I hate the world they gave me |
| My body’s a riot; |
| my mind’s the police |
| I feed myself lies to enforce some peace |
| Tell people I love them; |
| shake idiot’s hands |
| And sometimes I hug them as custom demands |
| I used to believe in the goodness of man |
| But not anymore since I became one of them |
| So I hoodwinked my woman and bought her a ring |
| But like the fight to be human- it don’t mean anything |
| Like the fight to be human, it don’t mean anything |
| Girls gather around me and pick at my seams |
| Like death in the family docking my dreams |
| And I’m spillin' to watch some infinite plays |
| I wish I had done something good for the race |
| Poisonous postings hate songs in the streets |
| The government’s boasting of catching the cheats |
| I cringe into my collar and drink into my shoes |
| As cheerleaders holler which color I use |
| I step up to the plate yeah with a match for a bat |
| And strike at a lightning set fire to my hair |
| And I won’t be dragooned by the whitest and worst |
| But my shoot for the moon and shoot myself first |
| And the harder it gets now the softer I sing |
| Cause the fight to be human don’t mean anything |
| Yeah the fight to be human; |
| it don’t mean anything |