Purple prose and last year's clothes
Will I write a song?
Threw on my jacket
And life goes on and on and on and on and on
Go downstairs and hit the gym
Before I hit the bar
Shake off the notion
Of just how far along in life we are, we are
There ain't no justice in the world
I wanna do it great harm
To see its blood
In the memory of my fallen one
Take back the feeling that I was wronged
I wanna take the world on
In a street fight
To see its blood on the asphalt
Since then I ain't cut my hair
I just let it grow
It might seem trivial
But I wanted you to know
Now feel I'm breathing in
But am I still alive?
Sleep through my dreams
And I'll go on and on and on and on and on
I can still hear the shots ring out
Who'm I? Am I lost?
It may be you who died
But I was left a ghost
There ain't no justice in the world
I wanna do it great harm
To see its blood
In the memory of my fallen one
Fight back the feeling that I was wronged
I wanna to take the world on
In a street fight
To see its blood on the asphalt
(Tear it all down, tear it all down)
To see its blood
In the memory of my fallen one
(Tear it all down, tear it all down) Yeah!
To see its blood
To see its blood on the asphalt