At the end of the day
When the sun's coming up
(Over factories)
When we're crawling back
To our waking dreams
We just manage to get past the carnage

With a new day coming,
We manage.

You manage to walk away from last night's fight
With your
Cut lip
And little girl
I manage my account books,
And record keeping
Just to find I'm off balance,
The spins like this never helped me much,

So we just keep filling the cup
'Til the bottle necks broke,
And we can't squeeze one more drop from decay.