Lyrics

I can feel my anger rise
Stuck at another red light
In a stream of bumper biters

I feel like herded cattle
Bein’ told where I can travel
Cuz I’m not the one in the saddle

    I didn’t wanna be this guy 
    White knuckles, in the liquor line
    I remember why I got in
    But it’s a slow (whoah) drip
    Nothings moving 
No one’s getting high —--er 

I’m on the ladder 
Killin’ myself for stuff that doesn’t matter 
Killin’ myself for someone else’s dream
I feel so cheap
Runnin up tabs on life 
Runnin up tabs that might 
Just send me backwards 
I’m on the ladder 
Ooh 

I can put on good a show 
But it’s all out of my control 
Like an Oklahoma dust bowl  (woahl) 

    I didn’t wanna be this guy 
    White knuckles, in the liquor line
    I remember why I got in
    But it’s a slow whoah drip
    Nothings moving 
No one’s getting high —--er 

Every day is the same 
There’s no break, change of pace 
The ladder just keeps going up 
It’s endless 

It’s a fight not to slip 
Not to fall, lose my grip
All I’m doin’ is saving up 
to quit

I’m on the ladder 
Killin’ myself for stuff that doesn’t matter 
Killin’ myself for someone else’s dream
I feel so cheap
Runnin up tabs on life 
Runnin up tabs that might 
Just send me backwards 
I’m on the ladder !