Here's To You.

So here's to all you fighters,
Living beat by beat.
Carrying but your lighters,
You travel in bare feet.

And here's to all you soldiers,
When day means life or death,
No office and no folders,
You live to aim and hold your breath.

Here's to all you mellow men,
For you, the world spins slow,
To sit or do or touch again,
Is simply part of the flow.

And here's to the depressed,
Who fight alone at home,
Missing all their social friends,
They won't pick up the phone.

And this ones to the arrogant,
The egos and inferior,
Who march throughout this strange old world,
Believing themselves superior.

But here's to all the fair men,
Who do as they see fit,
Yet never simply drop the fact,
That this world needs to be lit.