My father spent his days working on the outside. Breaking his back to put cloths on mine. When I think of all, all, all of my heroes. He is the first one that comes to my mind, my mind.
So give us cash 'cause we're the merchant. And the maker and marine corps. And we're the outcast who's got no team to root for. And we're the dreamers who built the world a new door.
So she went to the bar on the corner. With some friends who were buried alive. And a man leaned over to tell her. That her luck had finally arrived. Said he drove a Cadillac.
You left in the morning, you left without a word. Did you get what you came for? Is this what I deserve?. All I know is the silence was the loudest thing I'd ever heard.