End Of A Year - Kentucky Is A Revolution lyrics

We're stuffing rocks in our pockets In our made march to shore At home, cleaning our guns And fraying our chords We blame it all on bad luck As we pray for the worst We pin it all on each other But we're our own curse What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains? What keeps us all so focused on pain? I've been punching the clock I've been doing my time I've been the cause of it all I've turned my voice to a whine What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains? What keeps us all so focused on pain? What keeps the sky a perpetual gray? What make this life the thing in our way? I enjoy b**hing Way more than trying I figure ‘failure hurts' So I'll succeed at just dying I'm hedging my bets But I'll venture a guess That this is the only life we get But it's not worth the stress What keeps the sunshine from hitting our brains? What keeps us all so focused on pain? What keeps the sky a perpetual gray? What makes this life the thing in our way?