You're called a worthless piece of shit As they kick your shins And stoop u down for good And there is the edge They like to Kiss ur broken neck Ur a tasteless piece of cake But you carry that weight And you won't stop till you out there Free as the bloated morning sun Does it ever get easier When will it ever get easier Does it ge-et any easier From here ooh You tired of walking the same pace? Try to tie your shoes, its never too late Just kill the lights on your way out You know so goddamn well That you can get excited right on the go oh Take it from here U wanna live Like a hendrix solo Easier When will it ever get Easier Does it ever get Easier From here oh no From here oh no From here oh no You're called a worthless piece of shit As they kick your shins And stoop u down for good But it's not what u are You're alright!