| Nothing much to say on the inspection line. |
| Everyone’s in place and we’re all on time. |
| And thank god for that. All it takes is one |
| to fuck things up for everyone. |
| You stand up straight and dress it up. |
| You fall out and you shut up. |
| No one looks like me on the inspection line. |
| 24 years old and screwing Killing Time. |
| And god I hope the boys will understand, |
| when I leave here a different man. |
| Looking like I’m back on track, |
| but feeling one step forward and two steps back. |
| We do our best. We do our best |
| For fear of ridicule I guess |
| Hey Hollywood! You’re up next! |
| Don’t forget who signs your check. |
| I do my best. I do my best |
| Despite this weight pinned to my chest. |
| So size me up, strip me clean |
| and beat the punk rock out of me. |
| Not much left of me on the inspection line. |
| They breached my heart and ransacked my mind |
| But by the look of these guys, who gives a shit? |
| It looks like I won’t be needing it. |
| Arms at your side, get that chin up high |
| Boy hold that piss till you’re dismissed |
| We do our best. We do our best |
| For fear of ridicule I guess. |
| This indoctrination’s so captivating. |
| Swapping war stories and masturbating |
| I do my best. I do my best |
| Despite this weight pinned to my chest. |
| I’m sweating Stella, sweating Guinness. |
| When’s this asshole gonna finish? |