Along for the Ride

The Bronx

Anticipations up all night
Will play it for you till the morning light
Were not perfect, but I’m not god,
So don’t make us think to hard
The inspiration it comes and goes,
Our dedication decompose
It’s not perfect it’s a prototype
And will we ever get it right?

Were all faults by design
We used to be alive but now were along for the ride

A limp wrist and a dull blow,
Progress is slow these days
It’s not perfect but it’s all we got,
Are we just going to let it rot?

Were all fault by design
We used to be alive but now were along for the ride
There was a time when the world was under our control,
But the time has died and now were along for the ride

Were all fault by design
We used to be alive but now were along for the ride
There was a time when the world was under our control,
But the time has died and now were along for the ride

Yeah, along for the ride.