We did not choose to live a life on hard mode

Vanguard from our backyard, to being stowed

Tattered, patches and holes

Do hide the thinning soles

Of the poor man’s walk through these halls, 

Our contributions to the tyrants’ decked walls

We moved on from these stalls

And kept plowing towards our goals

But with an ever-growing horizon 

Our dreams are always in the beyond

Yet, our ever-grinding tale of 50s blues 

Is no crinkle in the cycle of breaking news

Nonetheless, we believe in what we do

Enough to keep on till the breakthrough