Из альбома: A Rude Awakening
I can see that you're all shook up
You've been drinking from an empty cup
Getting ready for the fatal blow
Time to shout out, No, No, No!
Oh - It's the age-old battle cry
(The odds we must defy)
Wipe the tear away from your eye
Never say die
Don't get me started - I could tell you tales
Of bloody streets where the sirens wail
Blinded by the rocket's red glare
Pounding hearts and whispered prayers
So when they tell you that it's over and done
That your chances are slim to none
Don't you listen to what they say
Remember where there's a will, there's a way