This is the death of a man named god. Screw the hard knocks in your own backyard. The selling you love but the feed you hate. To build up something that might just break. Stashing cash you can state your case. You can climb these walls but you can't escape. Things ain't ever really what they seem. We're all strung out on american dreams.
We're all living in between. Still waiting for the day that freedom reigns.
We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that. We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that.
This is the life of a blue collar ghost. Secondhand tools got secondhand clothes. Light the fire will expire the night. You can call ahead but you're still behind You can clean the slate but a stain's a stain But we'll stick when times don't change Follow the rules you can swallow the pain There's too many lives that they can't explain.
We're all living in between. Still waiting for the day that freedom reigns.
We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that. We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that.
No! You're gonna take that
We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that. We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that.
We're caught in the middle on a one way track. We're caught in the middle force to the back and we ain't gonna take that. No! We ain't gonna take that No! No! We ain't gonna take thatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
