Letras:Death On Two Wheels. Separation Of Church & Fate. Hey Hey Hey.

Verse 1: Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked Run into the depths of the trenches Go, never return from resentment Choked by every word that I've witnessed Chorus: Dead and left for broke? No not yet! Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down Hey Hey Hey Verse 2: Ripped ripped from the hands of the willing Mum, that's what I'll keep and I mean it No, say what I mean and I mean it Done minding the tongue of the bigot Chorus: Dead and left for broke? No not yet! Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down Verse 3 Dead, fall to the grip of the wicked Run into the depths of the trenches They all come seeking the bigot Hands clinched strangle resentment Chorus: Dead and left for broke? No not yet! Far from the ground, no you'll never bring us down Hey Hey Hey