Against Me! - What We Worked For Lyrics
So I found three simple chords and held them together with my weak voiceOn an out of tune guitar my father gave to meAnd may Elvis turn in his graveAnd Les Paul kiss my dirty, calloused fingersAnd may the likes of this song never make one *****ing dollarLeave it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken, then remembered only for what it wasThat we gave them hellThat we gave them hellThat we gave them hellTo my friends and enemies who could have been anythingTitans and heroes who found survival in cause and effectBehind counters, behind windows, striving just to be peopleWith bitter ideals of justiceDo we only need to keep working because it pays rent?Sleeping under plastic stars glued to ceilingMuscles burning alcohol and nicotine every morningBut we gave them hellBut we gave them hellBut we gave them hellThere's a height beyond skyscrapersThere's a distance beyond the freewayMore than pictures in a magazineMore than tragedy in a rock and roll songIt's more than actions you know are safe to makeIt's more than money could ever buyAre we living to work and die in American cities?And working to live and die in American cities?And dying for what we worked
