5 Pomp and Circumstance Marches, Op. 39: No. 1 in D Major

歌詞

Down and out, no place to go Nothing to give, not a thing to show Why don't you get up off your lazy ass Before you let your whole life pass No one will believe in a thing you do Why should they, you give 'em no reason to All you ever did was kid around Opened your mouth and talked real loud No Hope Earning your self respect No Hope Is there anything you don't regret? No Hope Feeling sorry for yourself No Hope How many tomorrows do you think are left on the shelf You think that life should be so grand That someone else will put it in your hand But nothing in life is for free We take up space 'n pay a fee Never forget the hardened fight You better hang on with all your might 'Cause if you beg, steal, lie or borrow It's here today and gone tomorrow No Hope Earning your self respect No Hope Is there anything you don't regret? No Hope Feeling sorry for yourself No Hope How many tomorrows do you think are left on the shelf Trying to keep up with the rat race Run around at a frantic pace Have a goal, set in your sight In the end you'll see the light You'll see the light