Martyrs of the Lower Middle Class

Look away to the setting sun another wasted summer's day another loaded gun*
 That's welling up inside of me begging me to hit the lonesome roads tonight
 There's no way out of a cornered life your chasing someone else's dreams with a broken knife
 Don't stop to take a look around you might feel the pressure closing in
 I always thought the good ones made due used everything they got to get em through
 That in the end their hard work pays off won every hopeless battle they've fought
 So wipe those tears away pray to god you live to punch that clock another day
 The martyrs of the lower middle class will chase your fears away
 Just wipe those useless tears away pray to god you'll live to punch that clock another day
 The martyrs of the lower middle class will chase your hopes and dreams away
 Another day another lease on life I've given up my rights to run can't turn my back this time
 A brand new responsibility that calls me back home every night