No turnin' back, no turnin' back. My friend you got a glassjaw. But I like it. I see my head this time. And I'm, I'm a fugitive. But a less for the long run.
Everybody knows I work it. Work it like a treat. I said now. Everybody knows I work it. Work it like a treat. Everybody knows I work it. Work it like a treat.
Standing here on this burning bridge. Trying to figure out but there's nothing here. Seem like they got the fear. . Cattle grids rattle gold chains, pay it back.
Silence in the yard. Doberman's asleep. You never have to lay your head down here. Watch them disappear. The truth is they never had no future. They never had no past.
There we were thick as thieves. Frightened by shadows and the autumn leaves. We wore stolen hearts, vintage souls. Aided by lies amongst the media foes.