Waiting Game

When you get your break, break out When you get your break, break out It's a waiting game even I had to wait So when you get your break, break out When you get your break, break out When you get your break, break out It's a waiting game even I had to wait So when you get your break, break out Someone has taken out the punk From the back of his trunk The kids have new toys To make even louder noise The claim for liberty On a techno reality With a well designed corporate identity They won't deal with charity There is nothing new you say Except maybe for the way The kids throw up their shit Making instantly distributed hits Well, mister back-stabbing wonder Thinking like that you might get struck by the thunder We might be out for fame But you're not the audience we aim When you get your break, break out When you get your break, break out It's a waiting game even I had to wait So when you get your break, break out When you get your break, break out When you get your break, break out It's a waiting game even I had to wait So when you get your break, break out So kiddo, carry the weight of an old punk Just throw that fucker in the back of your trunk Common, drive him crazy Let him tell you that you're fucking lazy Oh yeah, kiddo I'm talking to you You should know that today you're reality is true They call your tools toys, but your sound get through So keep that faith going You know you should do They say it's been seen before Of course, you're not the first kiddo acting hardcore Common keep on throw up that shit People with true heart will feel the hit The backstabbers can all go under Thinking only their time had wonders Anyways, if you're out there for more than fame You've found just the right aim Just the right aim