Lost in the Sound

Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing It's night, the pain's so mellow I come in dark for shadows Hello, hello for tomorrow For you, the days are for singing For me, the phones are ringing 'Til light has gone to night Hello, hello for tomorrow Life brings me down in dreams of sound Sound, sound Kid we been around for ages We've been through different styles and phases Fiddled 'round with riddles, sounds and phrases Been ripping out some pages Been to distant towns and cities, from ripping crowds on stages To saving pennies for equipment with our lousy wages The way we live is now courageous, 'cause who really does it? Makes music, stays futureless, fuck it We've got no food in the stomach But couldn't care about the fools at the summit We do this for our MySpace friends The folks that hope that we might change trends We young, annoyed, we hungry, unemployed We just wanna rock a show and hope that everyone enjoyed The mic's a one-inch void away from my lip So, drop the beat, so I can bust my shit I'ma spit it out, bottom to the top Whether the crowd wanna get up, get out, follow me or not Sweet day, you're gonna keep singing It's night, the pain's so mellow I come in dark for shadows Hello, hello for tomorrow For you, the days are for singing For me, the phones are ringing 'Til light has gone to night Hello, hello for tomorrow Life brings me down in dreams of sound Fed up of trying to lead a better life dog What a fella gotta do to get a tight job? Beg in order to get a bit of cheddar like bob And scheme on whoever's bit of bread I might rob? Get it right, I use my little head and fight hard But hell is always round the corner where the weather's like fog I don't wanna study, be a clever white slob I wanna write songs, life won't spare the right cards Where the mic y'all? 'Cause my pen is solid I made many songs with the money in my petty wallet I made an album, plenty love it and plenty want it But I don't know anyone that's ready to spend a damn penny on it Gulping alcohol, withholding pressure Homies tell me "Hold your head up", I can barely hold together Holding my hands out for scraps like your local beggar I'm broke, I'm fed up, and my shitty goals are pretty hopeless fella Family like to make me feel like a failure I believe in what I do so fuck you and what they tell ya Lonely with a Walkman on, walking around Talking to myself, feeling lost in the sound, 'cause Life brings me down in dreams of sound In dreams of sound In dreams of sound