
Date of issue: 28.06.2007
Song language: English
The Last Fight |
Time feels like I’ve been back in jail |
Like when I was doing time in the can |
Spend all night on a bended knee |
Just to beg for something to believe |
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree |
This fight could be the last fight |
No giving and no winning |
One time could be the all the time |
Should we decide to end the misery |
Time heals all of the burned out bridges |
Filled with nothing more than misery |
With the mask of the unbattled son |
Trying to beg for something to believe |
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree |
Break the chains of featherweights and giants |
With the stain forever lasting liars |
They’re afraid when we spit out the fire |
And start living |