Alright, alright. . You sacrificed. And worked all your life. Now you're bleeding. Crying all for nothing, nothing. . You waiting for that day. And you're always praying.
"Now the battle is over, the clouds're hanging low. Dead bodies lie on the ground. Marched into slaughter, lost souls fought in vain. No glory or pride to be found.
When the rats are bailing out. And you are just signing on. Then you turned and walked away. There is no love lost here, my friend. . But you have made a great mistake.
Can't bow for a rule. Cause I'm nobody's fool. No puppet on a string when what counts is to win. Sometimes I might be rude. Acting in my mood. I'm trying to be straight.