And we'll all end up, in the same old sh**
We will take it for granted, try to deal with it
You will never win, when you won't try to hit
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
Well we've learned our lessons, from the risks we took
And we'll try to recover, and leave where we once stood
While some of us can't but wish they could
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
And there ain't such thing as a great success
When your gla** is filled by the government tap
While your neighbor is living in a cold distress
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel
Would you rather keep your hands up and take the things that aren't meant for you?
And let those who are desperately in need fight for their truth
Or could you keep your head up even if there are no better jobs to choose?
And take it all for granted, and wear these dirty boots
So take your hands out of your pockets, put your shoulder to the wheel