For Now Lyrics - Sick Of It All

For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. 

For now we'll try to keep living our own way 

The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live 

It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves 

Treat me badly, treat me wrong 

Test me for the millionth time 

I won't change my attitude 

I'll improve by not being like you 

Treat me kindly, treat me well 

Lift me briefly from the hell 

Just remind me why there's hope 

For any of us at all 

Nothing's easy from where we stand 

It's a long hard road to the promised land 

And there's no reason to think 

That we'll ever get there 

Is it hope or a lack of sense 

It's the fighting spirit of the human race 

That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves 

We think that we look above 

For salvation on this earth 

But we look to books of man 

Created by no others hand 

Why would this give us the right 

To be so sure we've seen the light 

Let's be modest, let's be true 

We're the only hope we've got 

Nothing's easy from where we stand 

It's a long hard road to the promised land 

And there's no reason to think 

That we'll ever get there 

Is it hope or a lack of sense 

It's the fighting spirit of the human race 

That keeps us trying in spite of ourselves 

For now we'll try to keep, keep our P.M.A. 

For now we'll try to keep living our own way 

The man can't tell us how, tell us how to live 

It's not his place and we're not his fucking slaves