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• Artiste: Sick Of It All
• Titre: For Now
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For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now we'll try to keep living our own way The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves Treat me badly, treat me wrong Test me for the millionth time I won't change my attitude I'll improve by not being like you Treat me kindly, treat me well Lift me briefly from the hell Just remind me why there's hope For any of us at all Nothing's easy from where we stand It's a long hard road to the promised land And there's no reason to think That we'll ever get there Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves We think that we look above For salvation on this earth But we look to books of man Created by no others hand Why would this give us the right To be so sure we've seen the light Let's be modest, let's be true We're the only hope we've got Nothing's easy from where we stand It's a long hard road to the promised land And there's no reason to think That we'll ever get there Is it hope or a lack of sense It's the fighting spirit of the human race That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. For now we'll try to keep living our own way The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves