This is the death of a man named god.
Screw the hard knocks in the road backyard.
The selling you love but the feed you hate.
To build something that might just break.
Stashing cash you can state you case.
You can climb this walls but you cant escape.
Things were never really what they seem.
Were all strong out on american dreems.
Were all living in between.
Still waiting for the day that free us.
Waaaaaait.
Were caught in the middle on a one way track.
Were caught in the middle force to the back and we aint gonna take that.
Were caught in the middle on a one way traaack.
Were caought in the middle force to the back and we aint gonna take it.
This is the life for the blue color ghost.
Secont in tools got a secont year closed.
Light the fire will exipre the night.
You can call the...