We are fierce so we stay on the edge of the highway. We are bold so we wait for your name to come our way. These days you can't find a soul like your own. Our heads to the sky. Our eyes on the road.
We are fair but we lie to get you on our side. We are ghosts in this town but we'll find our way out. You can wait to be killed or you can hide in a landfill. You can carry the cross or you can get lost.
You are fortunate sons and we're the forgotten ones. You all stick to your guns and we're there to stop the blood. Where do they go when the day is done? Take to the road. Keep your backs to the sun.
The legend lives in sheltered kids. Their parents hide their troubled heads. And send them off to sunken ships at bay.
The uniform it must be worn. Identity is no concern. They'll write you off for what you're worth. So wait for the day when they've lifted the weight.
We are fair but we lie to get you on our side. We are ghosts in this town but we'll find our way out. You can wait to be killed or you can hide in a landfill. You can carry the cross or you can get lost.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
