The Fight To Be Human Lyrics - Great War - Justin Currie

I'm not a master of what I survey 

To death and disaster I am a slave 

But I am the author of the words that I say 

But why do I bother; it's all trash anyway. 

I try to be truthful- or I think that I try 

I may not be useful but at least I'm alive. 

And millions of letters spill into the hive 

And all of them worthless 

Except for this line: 

I hate the world they gave me, 

I hate the world they gave me 

I stand on a mountain of pitiful prose 

My mind is a fountain that pointlessly flows 

They give you a trophy if you make the kids scream 

But it's such a joke to me; how insipid I've been. 

I hate the world they gave me, 

I hate the world they gave me 

I dig into my past now; I dig into my wrist 

To recapture the last time I felt the knife twist 

And I kick at the shackles, And I heave at the chains 

But I am the governor Of my empty domain 

I hate the world they gave me 

I hate the world they gave me 

And dead and diseased they prey on my mind 

And after they leave me, I drink til I'm blind... 

I once had a refuge in music and wine but now I am deaf to 

The word on the line 

I cling to my records I cling to my fates 

That fool in the mirror has taken my place 

And the funniest funerals; the saddest of births 

Are all an excuse to indulge in my thirst. 

I hate the world they gave me, 

I hate the world they gave me 

My body's a riot; my mind's the police 

I feed myself lies to enforce some peace 

Tell people I love them; shake idiot's hands 

And sometimes I hug them as custom demands 

I used to believe in the goodness of man 

But not anymore since I became one of them 

So I hoodwinked my woman and bought her a ring 

But like the fight to be human- it don't mean anything. 

Like the fight to be human, it don't mean anything. 

Girls gather around me and pick at my seams 

Like death in the family docking my dreams 

And I'm fitting to watch them infinite plays 

I wish I had done something good for the race 

Poisonous postings singing songs in the streets 

The government's boasting of catching the cheats 

I cringe into my collar and drink into my shoes 

As cheerleaders holler which color I use 

I step up to the plate yeah with a match for a bat 

And strike at a lightning set fire to my hair 

And I won't be dragooned by the whitest and worst 

In a shoot for the moon and shoot myself first 

And the harder it gets now the softer I sing 

Cause the fight to be human don't mean anything 

Yeah the fight to be human; it don't mean anything