Be careful with that thing
That comment's got a curse
Bad guys catch the spotlight
Good guys they finish last
What determines a man's legacy
Is often never seen
Even if it is never celebrated
Well, at first, 'cause time is getting renovated
Future's looking good
The past is looking shabby
The gob is getting gabby
My hobby keeps me happy
Living in my habitat-tat
I can be better than that, that
I can do better than that, that
Said I can do better than that, that
I seen the scene
I dreamed the dream
I meant it skin deep, like an outlaw
What have I got to show for?
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My sweetheart born into a standoff
Put your foot down, break your hand off
You talk like you don't really have a friend
Gimme somethin' deep suttin' cut somethin' wrists
You light the pipe after making free sense
That won't make amends
There's euthanasia outside by the back door
Apart from anything, it's an eyesore
Chase off the spirits so they'll worship you
Kings of the nation, they look for warmer
Shop for the lady you could kill like a doorman
Clip, nip, rip your wings
Yeah, the tongue tribals (yeah the tongue tribals)
We're your own rivals (we're your own rivals)
Ready to fight in the one man's army
Ready to fight in the one man's army
Rent a gun
Buy some bullets
Tell the truth
But you don't have to be honest
Being honest
Doesn't mean you tell the truth
I dared to dream
You just break down and cry
Just dream of a life
Leave it all behind
Sharpen of a knife
Leave it all behind
Just dream of a life
Leave it all behind
Sharpen of a knife
Leave it all behind
Sharpen of a knife
Leave it all behind
Sharpen of a knife
Leave it all behind