"The Fisherman" lyrics

I see a fisherman fishing with an old ripped-up net
Not much luck throughout days, but he ain't starving yet
Sweet premonition holds a gambler's debt
At least it's somewhere to breathe, yes, you get what you get

When you're off chasing the next best thing
When you're off hoping that things might change
When you're off
Hard enough pill you must swallow
Just to make sure you'll be back here tomorrow

Nothing new on the streets, I have right to digress
Off to hell with the president doing his best
Waves of militia keep on wasting their breath
What's a war without blood, and blood without death?

And we're off chasing the next best thing
And we're off hoping that things might change
And we're off
Hard enough pill you must swallow
Just to make sure there's still time left to borrow