Hold your feet to the fire. Hold your face to the ground. Hold on tight, you're a target baby. Drop the hammer down. I'm a long life, loving hate. I'm a bomb that makes no sound.
Pray for the days of glory. Long gone the master plan. Gone is the pride of independence. Sacrificed like a lamb. Here is the same old story. Here where the honor ran.
Oh to be the fire, I am just a man. Oh to walk the wire, believing that I can. And reach on down the you're throat. To tear it out. Find out what the beating's all about.
Seems like a dead man stickin' to you. Seems like his last thoughts are stuck to your shoe. Seem like a dead man stickin' to you. Seems like a dead man stuck to your shoe.