Из альбома: Tattoo Jam
You gotta shoot for your lives,
'Cause no-one else will.
You gotta stand up straight 'n shoot,
You gotta hope for the best.
And if you're spine's broken,
Well that's just tough shit.
You weren't meant to win
And we weren't made to care.
All these years you've crawled through knives,
Preaching freedom, dreams abound,
Never blink away the haze,
Not until you hit the wall.
And you gotta cry sheep
If you wanna get ahead,
You gotta stab your friends right back,
'cause they're gonna stab you.
And if you walk the path,
You better look to survive.
There's nothing more I'd like to see than
Another corpse on the road.
All those years they lied to you,
Ran your feelings through and through,
Acting as if nothing's changed
Drink on up, they'll stay the same.
All those years they lied to you,
All those years they lied to you,
All those years they lied to you,
All those years they fucking lied.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
All those roads now look the same,
Travel on - you'll go insane.
Travel with these heavy shoulders,
Acting as if it'll make you.
Nothing ventured, nothing fucking gained.