American Standards - Chicago Overcoat Lyrics
We were not meant for this worldWe're instilled with sadnessEquipped with inherent diseaseAnd inevitable lonelinessWe were not meant for this worldOur minds are wandersChasing what we can't haveRegretting what we don't chanceBut the pain doesn't leave when we cease to existHard times are coming, hard timesIt's inherited by the ones we leave behindHard times are coming, hard timesWe were not meant for this worldWe live distractedCaught in our past mistakesAnd unpromised futureWe were not meant for this worldAnd the constant struggleCaught in the circumstanceA choice we never hadBut the pain doesn't leave when we cease to existHard times are coming, hard timesIt's inherited by the ones we leave behindHard times are coming, hard timesWe carve our path through trails of failureBut the pain doesn't leave when we cease to existHard times are coming, hard timesIt's inherited by the ones we leave behindHard times are coming, hard times