Texty: Ted Leo & The Pharmacists. Brutalist Bricks. Woke Up Near Chelsea.

Well, we all got a job to do
And we all hate God
But we all got a job to do
We're gonna do it together
We're gonna do it together

We are born of despair
And we long for what's fair
We're gonna do what we can
On the road to getting there
On our way to getting there

Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth
Alone in the home, out in the street
All that you've grown, choked in the weeds
But older than stone, that's you and me

We are born of despair
We are born of despair
We are born of despair
We are born of despair
We're gonna do it together

Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth
Alone in the home, out in the street
All that you've grown, choked in the weeds
But older than stone, that's you and me

Cold in the bones, rot in the teeth
Alone in the home, out in the street
All that you've grown, choked in the weeds
But older than stone, that's you and me

We are born of despair
We are born of despair
We are born of despair
We're gonna do it together
We're gonna do it together