What's behind these broken walls?
What fills this city?
What's behind these broken walls?
If I could mend this gap
This city's permanent juxtaposition,
The line between opulence and decay,
A tight-rope sidewalks cut most every minute,
The battle lines are drawn but players slowly fade away or stay and change.
The battle's over,
Who will stay?
So fucking beautiful they say, they say
So face forward we stand,
Broken bodies, weathered hands,
And this we've learned so well,
That though they'll take us down,
Together we're strong now!
And we'll go out singing.
It seems this current generation,
Sufferers like their fathers never knew,
While men in foreign lands feed their families, we stand,
Face forward, face forward,
These lines are drawn.
The battle's over,
Who will stay?
So fucking beautiful they say, they say
What's behind these broken walls?
What fills this city?
What's behind these broken walls?
The battle's over,
Who will stay?
So fucking beautiful they say, they say
The battle's over,
Who will stay?
So fucking beautiful they say, they say
So who is right and who is wrong?