It's what you are.
Not who you are.
You'll toast your dissolution,
For it's what you represent.
They will sympathize, form grand illusions-
But flee with your descent.
Though this road must lead to ruin...
Yeah, they'll get you in the end...
Just keep on with what you're doing.
When the wind blows, you must bend.
Keep those steely eyes fixed forward...
Those hands locked on the wheel...
To hell with dignity, those grand illusions!
No one cares just how you feel...
Be decisive and acknowledge
This is one dirty fight!
Who knows...maybe...maybe...
You can hang on for a while!
Just the way I feel today...