Insurgent - End Of The Road lyrics

Your son, James, he's a good kid
- He's a good kid? A-a good kid, why?
Does he help the fucking poor?
No, he sits on his ass all day
Smoking dope and jerking off while he plays that fucking game
If that's our standard for goodness
No wonder this country is screwed
- And what about you?

I didn't have the advantages that kid has
By the time I was his age I'd already been in prison twice
I robbed banks, I ran whores, I smuggled dope
The end of the road

And that dream is fucked!
The end of the road

I didn't have the advantages that kid has
By the time I was his age I'd already been in prison twice
I robbed banks, I ran whores, I smuggled dope
These were the opportunities I had
At least I took 'em
- And where did these opportunities get you, Michael?
- They got me right fucking here
The end of the road

The end of the road
With a big house and a useless kid
And I'm stuck talking to you because no one else gives a shit
Oh I'm living the dream, baby
And that dream is fucked
It is fucking fucked!

Fucking, fucking fucked!

The end of the road

And that dream is fucked

These were the opportunities I had
At least I took 'em

And that dream is fucked!

Fuck, is is fucking fucked! [2x]