Sick Of It All

For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A.
For now we'll try to keep living our own way
The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live
It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves
Treat me badly, treat me wrong
Test me for the millionth time
I won't change my attitude
I'll improve by not being like you
Treat me kindly, treat me well
Lift me briefly from the hell
Just remind me why there's hope
For any of us at all
Nothing's easy from where we stand
It's a long hard road to the promised land
And there's no reason to think
That we'll ever get there
Is it hope or a lack of sense
It's the fighting spirit of the human race
That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves