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[Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
Well, hard times never quite seem to end
Runnin' down this road again
Singin' "Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in"
As I'm headin' outta town

Well, I'm out here clingin' to the breeze again
Waitin' on a second wind
But the wheels are shakin' and the money's thin
To go another round

[Chorus]
Well, fall on your knees, kick up your heels
Sparks flyin' from a spinnin' wheel
Either hold to the light or to darkness yield
When your old playground turns a battlefield
Your old playground turns a battlefield

[Verse 3]
Did you hear that new law of the land?:
Every man 'gainst every man
They say a piece of cold steel in every hand
Will help it settle down

They'll get that trouble all in your mind
Fear grows and a heart dies
Start buildin' walls and drawin' lines
Waitin' for the trumpet sound

[Chorus]
Fall on your knees, kick up your heels
Sparks flying from a spinning wheel
Either hold to the light, or to darkness yield
When your old playground turns a battlefield
Your old playground turns a battlefield

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Ain't no matter where, in every case
You find the working-est folks in the torn-down-est place
Where the layers of a lie are peeled
Well, you take a drink, I'll take one too
Wouldn't it be fine to think it true that
We ain't just players for the well-heeled
And that their playground ain't your battlefield
That your own hometown ain't a battlefield

[Verse 4]
Ain't it all just a game
A few lost and a few gained
Dollars/lives, well, it's all the same
When you're so far off the ground
While back here down on the earth
Hands ache and feet hurt
One takes the pain and one takes the perks
And dares to double-down

[Chorus]
Well, fall on your knees, kick up your heels
Sparks flying from a spinning wheel
Either hold to the light, or to darkness yield
When your old playground is a battlefield
Your old playground is a battlefield

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