Текст песни Household Name - Jehst , Jyager

Never gonna stop
Looking straight forward
Gotta give a lot
Just to make more
Trying to fill the pot
I can′t stay poor
Sitting around waiting to blow like claymores
In the middle of
A man made war
I break myself off
To take a little pause
Trying to figure what
We really came for
Given a cause we never thought we would care for
Live by the rules
Or be an outlaw
However I choose
It'll be a your downfall
I don′t wanna lose
So I have to move
Before I'm consumed
By the night wolf
Feeling out of tune
What am I to do?
Trying to stay cool
In the wrong mood
Chained to the wall
Chain and ball
Wrapped to my ankle
I'm falling to the damn floor
Upside down
My downsides up
In a ghost town
Where I′m stuck
Living underground
Trying to climb out
Chilling in my midnight lounge until my time′s done
Will I be a foot solider or Ayatollah?
Be the model in the ad for the diet cola
Will I be a lowlife or a high roller?
Will I be a household name when my time's over?
Will I smoke crack, heroin or hydro?
Will I buy the blackberry or the iphone?
Will I cash a pay cheque or the giro?
Will I be popular with everybody I know?
I′m a mechanoid, I'm an android
Will I read the broadsheet or the tabloid?
Will I try an find a job or stay unemployed?
Another day, another problem to avoid
Going through the motions, the machine-man
Will I eat the thin crust or the deep pan?
Entertain the notion I′m a free man
With the blood of injustice on each hand
Will I support the red or the blue team?
Will I vote for the red or the blue dream
Or the yellow washed up in the slipstream?
Will the sniff make me feel like I'm sixteen?
Will I ever just turn off the TV
And look down at the Earth that′s beneath me?
Or will I just act like that's beneath me?
I'm a robot
You don′t wanna beef me
Might as well join me
Because you can′t beat me
Put it on a canvas, gallery graffiti
It's too easy
It′s too hard
Paying for the food, paying for the yard
Pay for the car
Counting every penny in the jar, like rah
Life feels like peddling a penny-farthing
You ain't getting very far
Finish this cigarette and heading for the bar
Like I buy the snickers or the mars?
E&J liquor or the six-pack of stella artois?
Sky-high like my credit card charge
Thought about suicide
Couldn′t be arsed
Never had the chance to advance
Too slow to approach the pretty girl and ask for a dance
I was just too busy dealing with my task
Dwelling on the future
Living in the past
Will I be a foot solider or Ayatollah?
Be the model in the ad for the diet cola
Will I be a lowlife or a high roller?
Will I be a household name when my time's over?
Will I smoke crack, heroin or hydro?
Will I buy the blackberry or the iphone?
Will I cash a pay cheque or the giro?
Will I be popular with everybody I know?