Cheers to those with daggers.
The mountain of the meek.
They all think they know best,
but they have yet to speak.
We'll get medicated... because pain is such a drag.
I wanna fight for freedom... under a stolen flag.
And everything is made soft... because our kids can't take a punch.
What's there left to own, when they world's already yours?
And there's just no honor for the men who came before.
Maybe there's a will ... but I think there's a war.
And I don't wanna lose my edge this time.
Because they all seem ravenous.
And I don't wanna hurt you all tonight.
'Cause you don't know me.
The life I chose, is a one pound penny and...
I ask for nothing more.
Cheers to those of violence.
The palpitations in my heart.
The loving upper eschalons with nothing to impart.
And I just can't see any smiles in the dark.
There's no time for suspense...
No wait to see the shark.
I want the clarity of challenge.
And I've been waiting all along.
To serenade the hungry, with an ever fasting song.
Well I may be the tortoise...
But thank Christ I'm not the moth.
The flames don't look so brillian...
When it's not all you've got.
And I don't wanna lose my edge this time.
Because they all seem ravenous.
And I don't wanna hurt you all tonight.
'Cause you don't know me.
The life I chose, is a one pound penny and...
I ask for nothing more.
*go*
Call to arms my boy!
Calm the waters, my God!
Go to war... the men with guns.
It's still raining and I haven't felt a drop...
This must be my stop.