Sometimes it seems, kids like you and me learn failure at too young of an age
Before the blue blood leaks red from our veins
I got some advice for your runaway types for you lifelong escapists
Jesus Christ won't save us

My feet ache from an eight hour day of servitude slavery
I got filthy blood in my veins and this dirt poor DNA
Digging ditches from our graves on a working man's wage

If I was born to be you, if I was born to fit your shoes
I'll count my blessings after I count what I lose
We're broke till payday

I spent my last few bucks on a tank of gas and coffee
I hope it keeps us up
We'll drive until we're empty till things ain't quite so bad
I hope that these miles medicate our heads

Don't carry the blame, we only disconnect to stay sane
Kids like us run away to stay sane
If it wasn't so cold outside and Philadelphia wasn't quite so wide, I might just run away from my fate
Watch as my legs break in the chase

So tell me tales of your ambitious plans,
But break them down for a simple man
Cause kids like us won't see those lands
Someday we'll be something, someday we'll be something more