be real Give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field We marchin' ready for war fuck the law they ain't on our side
the side street in the alley way in the born city i would still make it back home On a highway no bulletins no street signs, no other cars, no radio,
this place, and slowly in me I die I try to smile, but it's a bitter one I wish to get back to my beloved fields Wasted and devastated now are I want