They live despite attempts to stop and destroy our dreams They'll wish they never raised their hands to be our enemies Fight through crowded halls of
Raise up, everybody raise up Raise up, raise up Raise up, raise up Straight out the poorhouse eating lobster for breakfast Two new tour buses, 'cause
your bossing me around is killing me when are you going to finally see i just want to live my own life so don't stab me with your knife (ah!) by always
Fordítás: Veszély, hogy a rendszer. Ne mondd nekem, hogyan Live.
You should?ve tasted the sweetest part of irony When you tried to place your hate on me I know it?s hard for you to breathe while drowning in shallows
Do you see this? These scabs I pick, they fall to the ground It?s just an easy way out so I won?t feel anything inside My heart won?t be broken I won
She wanted him to know that she believed in him And her friends all disagreed with the choice she made She decided to risk it all on a hunch she believed
Her memories suffer the kind of death that?s loud enough to wake the dead Her memories suffer a thousand torments because of what was unsaid She walks
We sit on the bottom rung of life overlooked almost every day We cannot taste but always chase our dreams And I like to set it straight this malfunctioning
If there wasn?t so much tension you could?ve confided yourself in me If there wasn?t so much tension you could?ve confided yourself in me The only reason
You better run, you better hide Lock yourself inside, you can?t protect yourself She?s got a gun, she got a knife A vicious mind, no heart that I can
They live despite attempts to stop and destroy our dreams They?ll wish they never raised their hands to be our enemies Fight through crowded halls of
A lot can happen in an instant Changing always and forever A lot can happen in an instant Changing always and forever We should try sleeping with enemies
Waiting in the darkness in the cold Holding your hand, our hearts all alone Because I?ve been waiting, waiting so long And I?ve been waiting for you
Straight out the poorhouse eating lobster for breakfast Two new tour buses, cause my voice is infectious Now the super models never call me a sexist