Less Than Jake - Settling Son lyrics

Son, take it from me, it's in the little victories That keep you shaking hands with defeat Son, I'll tell you reality isn't all it's cracked up to be But the years go lightning fast that I just can't help but see We believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat But you know that you're growing old You always do what you're told, going up in smoke and you're a ghost You know in the end you'll be walking a tightrope, walking the tightrope Son, take it from me, life's more than the floors of this factory And working forty hours every single week Son, I'll tell you reality isn't living down on your knees But my life's gone in a flash and I just can't help but see We believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat But you know that you're growing old You always do what you're told, going up in smoke and you're a ghost You know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite Mouthfuls of rotting dynamite You call this living a normal life? We're not living a normal life We still believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat But you know that you're growing old You always do what you're told, going up in smoke and you're a ghost You know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope We still believe it's okay to leave the words caught in your throat But you know you'll be walking the tightrope You always do what you're told, going up in smoke and you're a ghost You know in the end you'll be walking the tightrope, walking the tightrope