driven out by thieves
i watch them pillage the planet
fueled by a fattening greed
trees fall to the hatchet
we’re chopping against the grain
our spirits in a vacuum
sadly ignore the pain
the end arrives we all lose
we all lose i hope it comes it comes it comes around
driven out
holding out
day by day survival
castaways have silent lives
with the strength to rival you
see now i’m driving in my car
i used to be able to walk this far
now i turn on the light
i used to be able to sleep at night
i’m cooking with microwaves
to warm up food that’s not seen the soil
plugged into my tv
i’m used to the lies they’re telling me
i hope it comes it comes it comes around
driven out
holding out
day by day survival
castaways have silent lives
with the strength to rival you
driven out
holding out
driven out
holding out
with the strength to rival you
i’m hoping that we find
more to life than meets the eye
can we escape the grind
build a life that’s more worthwhile
rid of this empty pride
full of selfishness inside
bathe in a turning tide
until then we all hide
we all hide
i hope it comes it comes it comes around
driven out
holding out
day by day survival
castaways have silent lives
with the strength to rival
driven out
holding out
could take up your best time
driven out
holding out
with the strength to rival you
rival you
rival
Artist: The Fixx
Year: 1989
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 138