The Wildhearts - ¡Chutzpah! lyrics

It's kinda hard to relax when the city's alive Man, what a place Got to hustle Got to show everyday Being good ain't enough Got to beat other guys This approach ain't a race It's a fight to the d**h There is no second place Only first Kinda weird don't you think? Only thing is there's no time to think If you do reach a point Late at night Then you will fall asleep Even then time is off like a train Got to hold on tight It's kinda hard to relax When the city's alive 24 hours a day Every day Hey hey hey It's kinda hard to reach out When they don't know you're alive Keep up Look ahead Gather your chutzpah Rich is the man With the sense that a self Is a part of the sum Of the whole entity Meet the man who provides nothing more Than a life for himself He will eat, never taste Never feel what it is To give all this away And receive in return More than he ever had In the land of the free And the home of the brave May the brave be the meek And the free be the brave It's kinda hard to relax When the city's alive 24 hours a day Every day Hey hey hey It's kinda hard to reach out When they don't know you're alive Maybe on account of the economy Troubles on the up Seem a little more pronounced