like I don't wanna be like You and all your silly friends back home Waiting for another sign of stupid hope For the life, for the death, for the sinners
the lies Learning how to trust You can buy a love for a dollar Faith for a day In this awkward place Seven days a week Our future's lost All our hopes
for an eye And dust to dust Like there's no tomorrow We will live our lives I wish I didn't know you It is no way back It is no way back from hell I
So yes, I wonder would you cry If my heart doesn't beat If anyone of you people close to me Would put down a flower On the ground So yes, I wonder if
Dance with me it's my desire You should respect what I want Run for life don't run for cover You can't succeed anymore You can't escape it's getting
the fade away Who will save us from this misery We can choose the death or glory Find the way out, the way out All you faithful sinners Raise your hands
Let the fire burn the self-control Tell me are you obscene Are you obscene? Give me champagne just to heal my soul And tell me if it's worth it If it
Simple task Leap of faith Will you jump Are you sane You have to think for a while have to think for a while We are moving on Now you have to be strong
older, getting tired... We're getting older, getting tired We keep our strength deep inside You've got to see, the fire in our chests We're getting older, getting tired We keep our
Why are you so sad? Why are you so down and out? This is you weak side Why are you so sad? What have I done? What have I done? Pumping in your chest
(Instrumental)
our veins Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous echo through our brains Misguided, the big picture over the small picture That's how the devil makes a man interpretate the scripture Rotten, born dead into a sea of sinners
badder I used to run from a cracker named Lieutenant Casper No black leather jackets or black horasis My old days, like I said from a Vogue page And none
we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs
bishop, we must put them to the sword, For God in all His mercy will find a just reward, For the noblemen and sinners, and knights of ready hand, Who
paint 'Who the hell can see forever?' And please remember me, seldomly In the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees, you turn from me And
Who the hell can see forever?" And Please, remember me Seldomly In the car behind the carnival My hand between your knees You turned from me
