To work is to live, to live is to die, to die is a disappointment when all’s said and done
But you’re given no alternative, your possessions are perilous, and they weigh you down
There’s a reflection in the window pane of a passing train, careening the other way
Briefly it sets you free from ya commonplace commuter misery
Back to a time where you felt alive, rules were for breaking and music thrived
Although I thought we were done jumping trains, the mirror reflects a time better spent
Was I sold short, did I miss selling out, in our comfortable creation I’m beginning to doubt
What we made was worth anything at all

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At the end of the day, the same question was raised, will we get paid for the music we made?
And when the lights raise on an empty house, your band breaks, they say it’s time to move on
But who wants to be the king of giving in, cowardice is contagious, a sickly sin
The dreams we have are all we hold, so will you be bought as easily as you’re sold?!

The price of life is not measured in gold,
At the end of the day we’re just flesh, blood and bones,
The dreams we have are all we hold, day in day out we say we’ll be bold but
Will you be bought as easily as you’re sold?

“Are we any different?” I’ll ask as the drinks arrive, scrounged from the wreckage of the rider last night
It’s a thought that freaks me out, fills me with dread, put a price on bread you put a bullet to art’s head
You spend your days pulling form out of thin air and binding it into riffs and laying your soul bare
Against the void with your handful of songs, it’s all I’ve got, here I’ll stand

History isn’t written by giving up the pen, you’ll just get your name scribbled out in the end
With one life to live and an eternity in death, being sick to your stomach is cheap recompense
You want to make your mark, then do it today, tattoo your territories, slice out your space
Eating aint cheating but neither is admitting you want more than just the scraps

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So let’s jump jump jump that train tonight, jump it with me!
Cos wherever we go, I hope you know, there’s work for mercenaries!

History isn’t written by giving up the pen, you’ll just get your name scribbled out in the end

So let’s jump jump jump that train tonight, jump it with me!
Cos wherever we go, I hope you know, there’s work for mercenaries!