Interpret:

Sick Of It All

Album:

Life On The Ropes

For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. 
For now we'll try to keep living our own way 
The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live 
It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves 


Treat me badly, treat me wrong 
Test me for the millionth time 
I won't change my attitude 
I'll improve by not being like you 


Treat me kindly, treat me well 
Lift me briefly from the hell 
Just remind me why there's hope 
For any of us at all 


Nothing's easy from where we stand 
It's a long hard road to the promised land 
And there's no reason to think 
That we'll ever get there 


Is it hope or a lack of sense 
It's the fighting spirit of the human race 
That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves 


We think that we look above 
For salvation on this earth 
But we look to books of man 
Created by no others hand 


Why would this give us the right 
To be so sure we've seen the light 
Let's be modest, let's be true 
We're the only hope we've got 


Nothing's easy from where we stand 
It's a long hard road to the promised land 
And there's no reason to think 
That we'll ever get there 


Is it hope or a lack of sense 
It's the fighting spirit of the human race 
That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves 


For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. 
For now we'll try to keep living our own way 
The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live 
It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves