Justin Currie - The Fight To Be Human lyrics

I'm not a master of what I survey To d**h and disaster I am a slave But I am the author of the words that I say But why do I bother; it's all trash anyway. I try to be truthful- or I think that I try I may not be useful but at least I'm alive. And millions of letters spill into the hive And all of them worthless Except for this line: I hate the world they gave me, I hate the world they gave me I stand on a mountain of pitiful prose My mind is a fountain that pointlessly flows They give you a trophy if you make the kids scream But it's such a joke to me; how insipid I've been. I hate the world they gave me, I hate the world they gave me I dig into my past now; I dig into my wrist To recapture the last time I felt the knife twist And I kick at the shackles, And I heave at the chains But I am the governor Of my empty domain I hate the world they gave me I hate the world they gave me And dead and diseased they prey on my mind And after they leave me, I drink til I'm blind... I once had a refuge in music and wine but now I am deaf to The word on the line I cling to my records I cling to my fates That fool in the mirror has taken my place And the funniest funerals; the saddest of births Are all an excuse to indulge in my thirst. I hate the world they gave me, I hate the world they gave me My body's a riot; my mind's the police I feed myself lies to enforce some peace Tell people I love them; shake idiot's hands And sometimes I hug them as custom demands I used to believe in the goodness of man But not anymore since I became one of them So I hoodwinked my woman and bought her a ring But like the fight to be human- it don't mean anything. Like the fight to be human, it don't mean anything. Girls gather around me and pick at my seams Like d**h in the family docking my dreams And I'm fitting to watch them infinite plays I wish I had done something good for the race Poisonous postings singing songs in the streets The government's boasting of catching the cheats I cringe into my collar and drink into my shoes As cheerleaders holler which color I use I step up to the plate yeah with a match for a bat And strike at a lightning set fire to my hair And I won't be dragooned by the whitest and worst In a shoot for the moon and shoot myself first And the harder it gets now the softer I sing Cause the fight to be human don't mean anything Yeah the fight to be human; it don't mean anything