For Now - Sick Of It All

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