Sick Of It All

Floating, but gasping for a breath
Paying through the nose for every bit of air
Strapped and bleak
Where's the feast in feast or famine
Strapped and bleak
Who stole the peak
From the valley
When's it coming next
When's the next respite
The next deep breath
Strapped and bleak
Where's the feast in feast or famine
Where'd it go
There's not a lot to go around
There's just the hope for next time
Yeah right
So here's the ration, make it last