A family man in the midst of a total breakdown seeks refuge inebriated state As he thinks to himself how did life pass me by somewhere down the line I forgot how to live now every day is just another chore, Another day, another week, another year. The world slowly turns, but this rut never ends one blink of an eye then it's gone. So he puts his faith in the Almighty Lord up above he's told for all good men Heaven awaits Well I can't wait any longer when's it my turn to see the light that'll come and take my troubles away?" Now he spends his days preaching what he does not believe, to a world that's forgotten how to live and he can't understand the empty feelin' inside that seems to grow every hour, every day. What's it take to be a man, when everything I'm taught I can't believe and everything is thrown right in my face? I wake up everyday, I live here amongst the dead and I am one of them. Is this how it's gonna be? For you and me Open your eyes take a look around think nice thoughts then it's off to work I go!" Now it's back to the hustle and it's back to the beat It's back to another forty hour week. Soon that weekend will come I'll get to have a little fun then it's back to my forty hour grave