[Originally by Carlo Marrale & Cheope] [Instrumental]
(Instrumental)
"Hooray for you convict, you're a free man!"
(Slater/Tate) I have so much more to say, my brother. Can you hear me? A fool is left to live as the brave ones fall. I swear if I were able, I would
When I?m lost . . . I find a way. I hear voices. I feel them surround me, pull me from the edge. I close my eyes and . . . . my luck keeps holding strong
I gotta have it, gotta drink the high life. I?ll buy a new suit, black skinny necktie. I?ll mingle with elite and imitate and they?ll never even get it
Back streets . . . oh hell, back where I started from there?s not a thing . . . but you. When they took you, when they took you from me and left you
Last time, missed my chance but never again. The further away you slip, the more I?ll dig in. All things come around again and this time I?ll be ready
Wonder where?d the time go? There it was, gone in the blink of an eye. See how much life is left staring back in my face? But I know it now as clear as
[Originally by The O'Jays] Money, money, money, money, money [6x] Some people got to have it Some people really need it Listen to me y'all, do things
You think you?re smart, inventive because you?ve figured out my game? Pride is a handy substitute, when you?ve got only yourself to blame. All my dreams
Lost my faith in humanity and I don?t trust in society I?m numb, cold, ready. No one else dies today . . . What did you do? I don?t remember . . .
I walk around in circles, up all night. I wish there was something in my life that turned out right. I?m waiting here for reasons that used to be clear
Imagine if you will, what it means . . . this worthless life. Tried my best to the scratch the surface got bloody broken fingernails. Convincing stories
I still have questions with no answers. I?m alive . . . but I?m not living. I don?t have much time left . . . I just know this: I?ve lived a violent
Is there some other way out of here? Somewhere I could find myself? Can?t sleep enough, can?t stay high. All the promises . . . just another lie. I?
She said, ?Baby, where you been? Why?d you have to leave me? I?m on the other side . . . just looking in.? I?ve been so high; I climbed to the mountaintop
I feel like I?m rising, as everything falls away. I feel old like the cold wind blowing outside today. Got my finger on the trigger and no one cares
