Bomb the Music Industry! (And Action Action) (And Refused) (And Born Against) Are Fucking Dead. (Lyrics)

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