You stand on top of us,

Heading way down and

we're left with this feeling.

By your laughter I am

forcing it out

I am forcing it out

I have forced out



Throw your hands up

Put 'em in the sky!

Throw your hands up

Compromise till you die

You'll compromise



There are a lot of us

Somehow we get by

and we're left with sinking

feeling that there's no other

option but to sit and take it all.

Comply