I go through the strangest kind of changes. Tryin' to find myself a way to pay my dues. And would you believe it, I'm so urban. My suburban friends don't know my bag of blues.
(J.P. Maunick/R. Bull). . What we got here. Is not a fool's dream. We really feel the need. We've come to ground. Like prisoners on the run. Just minutes away from freedom.
Full of anger still out of control. Walking on these eggshells the peace my inner soul. Lying on the doorstep where I used to rest my head. Found another fortune back where I began.
In the crossfire between wrong or right. Caught the fine line between madness and pride. In the darkness when the light begins. . All alone a stand has to be made.
This is history right here in the makin'. So call this timeless. And we're bound to keep your mind elevatin'. So this here is timeless. . This is pure original innovation.
Gunshots fill the air - salute our bliss. Night bursts into flames - greets the final kiss. Death comes without a sound - rings the wedding bell. Target hits the ground - honeymoon in hell.
If ya wanna play, ya better play to win and winners never sleep. Gonna rip this town and lay me down, play my soul to keep. I was born, the sky's were black, and the cats they moaned all night.