Lyrics Change the Road - Denace

Change the Road

Yes there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run,
There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
(there's still time to change the road)
Here’s a little story about a boy named Richie, Richie came from a rich home,
quite nifty,
Richie was rich but he’s soul quite empty, his parents bought everything he was
spoiled plenty but,
Still something was wrong inside the mind of his, he was spaced out attracted
to fine violence,
He would listen to Beethoven and play the violin, sometimes sat in his room in
greater silence,
Close his eyelids and picture the desires of burning fires and hurting the kids
in his choir,
There was no sign of friends he was tired, of being sick and tired of being hit
by Michael,
So one day he buys a gun, two for the price of one, goes to school to have a
little bit of fun,
In the middle of the caféteria where all the kids are, he looks around and
thinks should he do something this bizzare.
Here’s another story about a boy named Cory,
Cory was the opposite of Richie he was poor see,
He was poor that couldn’t afford heat, but they would have food on the table
every morning,
Step into his shoes to fill his little sore feet,
He slept on the floor tucked under his little torn sheets,
Mommy worked and daddy was sipping forties, mommy was too busy to spend a
minute with Cory,
See mommy had two jobs just to barely support him,
And daddy was too drunk so he always ignored him,
He’s sick of if it he wishes he lived in a mansion, he wishes he was rich and
was fitted in fashion,
He went to school and the rich kids would always harass him, they picked on him
and spit on him, you couldn’t imagine,
But this time Cory bought a gat as mad as a madman,
In th caféteria thinking should he just blast them.
Richie’s in the caféteria chewing on his bubblegum, he’s having racing thoughts
everyone’s in trouble son,
Looking at the clock time is ticking he can hear the tock,
Waiting for the perfect time to strike he’s getting very hot,
Cory’s in the caféteria thinking when to pop his glock, and he just heard
someone’s gum just pop,
He turns around and sees a nervious little rich boy, looking paranoid,
Sweating bullets all annoyed,
Now they both get up it a game time, they both reach for guns at the same time,
Richie looks at Cory, Cory looks at Richie, Cory yells at Richie «Are you insane?
I would kill to be rich»,
«That's what you think, my life isn’t as it seems, I don’t feel pain»
There’s still time to change the road