Trapped in a rut and i can't get out 

don't see a way to be free 

working at it everyday nothing that i do 

or say can break my poverty 

my desperate eyes will close tonight 

and i hope i won't feel a thing 

cause i know tomorrow i'll continue 

with my sorrow 

and my desperate eyes will sting 



I don't understand, is it some kind of plan 

to keep us in our places 

no matter how we try, no matter how we strive 

we just can't seem to get ahead 



Same old stuff all over again 

but necessity keeps me here 

every week that passes 

i'm gettin' weaker, faster 

i'm living in constant fear 

suffering is at an all time high 

and they tell me i'm a lucky man 

if lucky is to suffer, then i wish it on another 

and i really don't give a damn 



Day in day out, feeling the grind 

someway, somehow, gonna leave it behind day in day out, feeling the grind 

someway, somehow, gonna leave it behind 

day in day out, feeling the grind 

someway, somehow, gonna leave it behind