This Is Your Life - Dropkick Murphys

It’s another November evening

As you remember your way home

You mete out your aggressions

On what’s left of your blackened soul

You’ve come to this conclusion

As you’re dragged from another bloody fight

You’ve reached the age where you’ve decided

That you’ve lived out your whole life

Another busted knuckle, taken down by a kick to the balls

You’ve wasting time wasting time as life’s shadow grows so tall

It’s another busted knuckle, it’s a fight you’ll never win

And now you bow your head in shame, for a sin no one forgives

Fight, fight, you’ll never win

Tonight I’ll start again

Fight, fight, you’ll never win

How will I make amends

This is our life, this is our time

This is my life don’t waste my time

Your wife can’t understand you

And you’ve alienated your oldest friends

Breaking back and fingers to the bone

Burning candles at both ends

Tired of this petty life you lead

A series of dull events

A two-bit, half-assed effigy

Of someone else’s dread