A pair of bloodied shoes
And a growing debt, brother
We pack guns [with bullets]
Like you'd pack a car, where I live
The jacarandas are in bloom
The crickets sing the blues
Hope is an illusion, to fall is tradition
So we carry on, carry on carrying on
Fall as soon as we lift ourselves up
We fall as soon as we lift ourselves up
But it's getting better every day
It's getting better every day
Now they talk of murder
The way you'd talk of the sun, where I live
We get nothing at all
And we never get enough, dear brother
The jacarandas are in bloom
The crickets sing the blues
Hope is an illusion, to fall is tradition
So we carry on, carry on carrying on
Fall as soon as we lift ourselves up
We fall as soon as we lift ourselves up
But it's getting better every day
We, like always, are pushed down even though we get up
We, like always, are pushed down even though we get up
We, like always, are pushed down even though we get up
Just get back up, just get back up
We fall as soon as we lift ourselves up
We fall as soon as we lift ourselves up
But it's getting better every day