True To Life - Uncle Tupelo

I can only sing it loud

Always try to sing it clear

What the hell are we all doing here?

Making too much of nothing

Or creating one unholy mess

An unfair study in survival, I guess

But it always comes down

To what to do

When it’s all around you

And this tightwire act

Leaving us here for dead to news of the world

And liquor piles up ahead

Dodging those with words of power

Forever on their breath

When the quality of life gets tripped up

And strangled like death

It seems it’s getting harder out there

Especially without time enough to see

True to life is another hangover

True to life is more and more politics

True to life is always having to look over your shoulder

True to life is assembly-line sickness

But it always comes down

To what to do

When it’s all around you

And this tight wire act

Leaving us here for dead to news of the world

And liquor piles up ahead

Dodging those with words of power

Forever on their breath

When the quality of life gets tripped up

And strangled like death

It seems it’s getting harder out there

Especially without time enough to see