The street preachers run for cover
I barely know where I still stand
For some reason
There's omission
But everything is plain at hand

A miraculous forsaken man
Makes the sobbing News right at prime time
Tastes definitely so bitter sweet
That my voice still lacks a vote

So every time I try to rise above
It's kind of like I hide my head in sand
Father's sacred rules
Born in doom and gloom
But I am still immune
And even if I try to rise above
I'm forced down to dеnounce this perfect plan
Ridiculеd and mocked
When down for the count
You would listen up
If I was a man

It's a man's world says the radio
But I could care less about that
There's a wind now
And it's blowing
It drastically makes a change

A miraculous forsaken man
Makes the sobbing News right at prime time
Tastes definitely so bitter sweet
That my voice still lacks a vote

So every time I try to rise above
It's kind of like I hide my head in sand
Father's sacred rules
Born in doom and gloom
But I am still immune
And even if I try to rise above
I'm forced down to denounce this perfect plan
Ridiculed and mocked
When down for the count
You would listen up
If I was you dad

It's like I'm living in your shadow
Now and forever
I'm trying to make a point in time
It feels much better
To write a letter
It's how I cope to rise above

So every time I try to rise above
It's kind of like I hide my head in sand
Father's sacred rules
Born in doom and gloom
But I am still immune
And even if I try to rise above
I'm forced down to denounce this perfect plan
Ridiculed and mocked
When down for the count
You would listen up
If I was a