One falls off, another takes his place.
Fighting for position in this never-ending race.
Fight, winning's the name of the game, struggling to get ahead.
Even though we're all the same,
from the punks on the street to the ones with all of the fame.
You tried your hardest to reach the next class,
worked your way up, busted your ass.
Never to receive nothing.
This is our fight, feelings justified,
making a name for yourself in these troubled times.
You know to be king, you'd risk everything chasing after dreams in these troubled times.
This is our right, so this is our fight.
It's our right, so this is our fight.
One falls off, another takes his place.
Fighting for position in this never-ending race, fight!
Fight, winning's the name of the game, struggling to get ahead, even though we're all the same.
Now you'll see what happens to a real, a real fuckin man.
One that struggles to do the best that he can.
One who will always strive to keep his dreams alive.
He will always struggle and strive to reach the next and next class, worked his way up, he's busting his ass.
Never to receive one thing in this never-ending rat race, thrown in your face.
Never to receive nothing in this fucked up place.
So, always remember to struggle and strive to keep your dreams alive, strictly from the heart.