He could try, you might think
I'm a dark cloud with a drink
He's a stickler, he's a freak
I just know what's underneath
He's a sick child
Healthy mess
He's controlling
For the best
Every devil you repeat
Will bring it home again
I live with no regrets.
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
And it'll feel alright.
He could die (die die)
He could break (break break)
He's should back down, what does he think?
My only fear a little too late.
You owe your conscience, did you ever pay?
On the caravan of bad memories,
I aint no gentleman, that begs from my knees.
I stab my best, I rock till I bleed.
And you can run it all again and,
I live with no regrets.
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
And it'll feel alright.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Got a beat, let's rise.
This victory, is mine.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Beat, balls, rhythm, self.
Throw your body, get off the shelf.
Got a beat, let's rise.
This victory, is mine.
I live with no regrets.
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
And it'll feel alright.
I live with no regrets.
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
We're the kids that'll break our backs.
And it'll feel alright.