Mitch Ryan - Dues Lyrics

Well I know I gotta pay my dues
But I'm sick of doin' shit that I don't wanna do
If I could clear my head
I might hit the nail on the head and put my doubts to rest
Each year that I get older
I feel the weight growing on my shoulder
The cost of living's getting higher
But I don't think I can get any higher
The American Dream seems to be dying
Am I dying
Are we dying
I feel the pressure grow
Feel the pressure grow
Well I know I gotta pay my dues
But I'm sick of doin' shit that I don't wanna do
If I could clear my head
I might hit the nail on the head and put my doubts to rest
I've been living with this dream since I was seven
Became an obsession around eleven
Now I don't look back all that much
But it's getting harder to stay in touch
The American Dream seems to be dying
Am I dying
Are we dying
I feel the pressure grow
Feel the pressure grow
Well I know I gotta pay my dues
But I'm sick of doin' shit that I don't wanna do
If I could clear my head
I might hit the nail on the head and put my doubts to rest
Take the same way I used to get around
It's a new day but the same sound
Take the same way I used to get around
It's a new day but the same sound
Take the same way I used to get around
It's a new day but the same sound
It's a new day but the same sound
It's a new day but the same sound
It's a new day but the same sound
Well I know I gotta pay my dues
But I'm sick of doin' shit that I don't wanna do
If I could clear my head
I might hit the nail on the head and put my doubts to rest