Heading down to acumen

I've got my best foot going forward

Feet are tired

They're tired from all the pressure

How am I supposed to win?

When all these children

Are beating me to every line

And I'm just sitting back

And how am I supposed to bill?

When the thieves are winning

They're beating me to every lie

And I'm just sitting back

Dressing up for all you've spent

I've moved out of the basement

Tees, they've piled

On top of all the wreckage