Welcome to the other side of the tracks Where we starve for a high And find love In all the wrong places This is the place of real nightmares And every thing's a mistake Welcome to the other side of the tracks
Here is a man A man that stands before me And I can smell Hell on his breath And his eyes His eyes His eyes Cut right through me His smile reads of death Everything he says, he says with such intentions Of replacing any recognition Of anything you knew
And
Nobody wins Nobody wins Nobody wins Nobody wins
The end is near I can feel it on my neck Caused by the belief in second hand grace He'll be there won't he? He'll be there won't he?
To call this conflict Call it lust Call it something Call it dust
And he'll be there won't he?
I am free to taste this fruit With a sword and an armored suit
Welcome to the other side of the tracks Where we starve for a high And find love In all the wrong All the wrong Places This is the place of real nightmares And every thing's a mistake Welcome to the other side of the tracks
Here is a man A man that stands before me And I can smell Hell on his breath And his eyes His eyes Cut right through me
Everything he says, he says with such intentions Of replacing any recognition
And Nobody wins Nobody wins
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