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As I have watched you pass like a shooting star. Like the sun, I wonder just where you are.
I had your back; I thought that you had mine. Guess your faith couldn’t stand the test of time.
So bail away your sinking ship of pain. Flushing down what’s stood for down the drain.
Sheath your tongue, your words mean nothing at all. I will still be there for you when you fall.

It doesn’t matter when you ran your race. It’s not about how you set your pace.
In the end will you be true? And if you can’t, I’m forgetting you.

(SPOKEN) Check one. Check one two.
This one's coming out your stereo
the way it was always meant to be sung.

Born to a fighter on the deep South side
A sweaty blue collar but you didnt mind
The cost of a family meant your blood and tears
Fourteen hours in a world of gears

If reality was an ocean you’re a puddle
If it was all about your clothes then you’ll be king
But you gotta understand there is a struggle between doing what you want
And doing your own thing

(Chorus)
Carry on your fake parade on your road of masquerade
Ride the waves of vanity off the shores of sanity

We’re the scallywags of Archer Street
we don’t know when to quit
we go to shows, we sing out loud, we scuttle every pit
but when it comes to praising God, we always bow our knee
we go to Him, we sing out loud, it’s Him that made us free

From the depths of Sheol to the heart of shalom
we will stand strong together, we will never be alone

Sammy was a skin living in a danger zone
people were fighting with him everyday
his number one defense was throwing his knuckles up
and showing the world the price they had to pay

An eye for an eye, and everything in between
an eye for an eye, and we`ll pay the prince
an eye for an eye, you defied your maker

They say I’ll kick you in the face
We say can I take your place
They say Crush them when they’re week
We say Turn the other cheek

Hey hey this is my loaded gun

They Say, I hate your colored skin

Don’t blow your sunshine up my…
Big bad wolf come right on in. I’m your little pig here within.
You think you’re big, you’re bad, you’re good. You’re just another wolf in this pig’s hood.
You run your mouth spewing lies. Can’t catch me and that’s no surprise.
You better find some other house to blow down. One where there ain’t no pigs around.

House of straw. House of sticks. Can’t shake this house of bricks.
House of straw. House of sticks. Can’t shake this house of bricks...

Looking past the edge of moonlight, hoping for the break of day.
Seeing only cracks in sidewalks, not the paved city way.
Looking down this road to glory in a car designed to fail.
Breathing cold winds of freedom while my mind remains in jail.

Looking past the edge of moonlight, hoping for the break of day.
Seeing only cracks in sidewalks, not the paved city way.
Looking down this road to glory in a car designed to fail.

I don't like haggis
I don't like booze
That's ok its what i choose
I don't have a girl
Cause I'm a bum
Thats ok they cost a ton

That's ok

Bound to sail these ugly seas and hear the seagulls call. Doomed to hear the rat-tat-tat of the quarter master's call. The salt wind blows, the slave boss crows making my skin crawl. As I row this cross of mine to the place of the skull.

Hour after hour, rowing on this worn out bench. My only crime to do this time was my own common sense. To deny the Son means freedom's won, but I can't deny His name. So I'm chained to this, my blood soaked fist, rowing 'til I am slain.

Bound to sail these ugly seas and hear the seagull's call
Doomed to hear the rat-tat-tat of the quarter master's call
The salt wind blows the slave boss crows making my skin crawl
As I row this cross of mine to the place of the skull
Hour after hour rowing on this worn out bench
My only crime to do this time was my own common sense
To deny the Son means freedom's won, but I can't deny His name
So I'm chained to this my blood soaked fist rowing 'till I am slain

I am a man who owns many islands. You’ll find my footprints upon many shores. Yet l found no place in my distant travels. It all unravels, making me want more. Rumble on the deck, I’ve boxed many a strongman. If you’ve got an answer, I can prove you wrong. Yet I have no rest in this life of vengeance. There's no repentance for fighters in the fight. I’ll be singing, I’ll be singing, Through the mud and the gravel. I’ll be singing, I’ll be singing, "this is not my home! This is not my home!" I’ll be singing as I travel, through the mud and the gravel, "this is not my home! This is not my home!" Pardon me, good sir, can you spare a quick glance? Can you even bother for a hungry soul? See, I had no choice in this life so bitter, I need just a flicker, just a glimmer of hope. I’ll be singing, I’ll be singing, through the mud and the gravel. I’ll be singing, I’ll be singing, "this is not my home! This is not my home!" I’ll be singing as I travel, through the mud and the gravel, "this is not my home! This is not my home!" This is not my home, this is not my home.

I'll be the for you when you want me to,

and I'll be there for you in the roughest times,

cause my love for you brother is more than I can say,

I've got your back and you've got mine,

Our streets are filled with the color of rage
we'll turn this town around
the time has come for another age
you'll never knock us down
the ways of this world are cause for revolt
we'll turn this town around
grab the colors and be the salt

Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell. Down the mighty Mississipp,’ where the raging waters swell. In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell, I’ll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell. With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat. Are you picturing the stories that I sing? A child working day and night, a father turned into a ghostly sight, the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain of a poor man just trying to remain as he pays his toll of pain. From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz, we’ve been doomed to sing this crazy song, yet it’s made me who I am. From the steel workers in Pittsburgh, to the trucker and his load, all feeding that old fat cat just hoping he’ll explode. With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat, are you picturing the stories that I sing? A child working day and night, a father turned into a ghostly sight, the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain of a poor man trying to remain as he pays his toll of pain. We’ve been working for far too long. We’ve been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons. Our sweat must be working just to fall. I’m a slave to that whistle call. I’m a slave to that whistle call. From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz, we’ve been doomed to sing this crazy song, yet it’s made me who I am. From the steel workers in Pittsburgh, to the trucker and his load, all feeding that old fat cat just hoping he’ll explode. With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat, are you picturing the stories that I sing? A child working day and night, a father turned into a ghostly sight, the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain of a poor man trying to remain. As he pays his toll of pain. As he pays his toll of pain. We’ve been working for far too long. We’ve been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons. Our sweat must be working just to fall. I’m a slave to that whistle call. I’m a slave to that whistle call. I’m a slave.

Welcome to the killing fields
(You’ll try)
Where thorns infest the ground that pain yields
Where the bones of triumph show
(You’ll fail)
The beast they feed on the dying flesh of old
But the sun on this land has set
(You won’t)

I’m a pilgrim on this onward story, passing by the slow and stale
Walking past the crowded masses with eyes so cold and pale
I will go the way very few have gone before me
Past the day, I want so much more

Some spend their time calling out what others have said
The day will rise and fall again, or so I have read
I will do, not weep, past all this false critique

Staring death in the face, we’ve determined it’s the end.
Here we stand, poorest of them all. No one cares but my three friends.
Walking down the battle line, my pain present through it all.
Looking for a final death, but our suffering a battle call.

Wohooh... And through our weakness we grow stronger. [x2]

Stumble towards the enemy...my...my, then a roar of distant thunder.

In this land of the bitter cold, where the dead still have their say. Winter storms that I’ve survived in, this year's the worst I’ve ever seen. More crooks than a rusty saw blade, yet the blues take it all away. Rail cars all herd together, 'cause they know that it's the place to be. And it's ok and its alright, 'cause it's winter in Chicago and I'm stuck on Lake Shore Drive. And there's no work. The frost, it bites. 'Cause it's winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight. Yeah, it’s alright. Big shoulders of the windy city carry more cause they take the reins. Big mouths do a lot of talking, carve an “X” in the good old runway. But still a place of progress if you know how to play the game. Hey, boss, now here's my story. Another day goes by on this midwest plain. And it’s ok and it’s alright, 'cause it's winter in Chicago and I'm stuck on Lake Shore Drive. And there's no work. The frost, it bites. 'Cause it's winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight. Yeah, it’s alright. Until it’s 2 o’clock in the morning, just too early in the morning, and the world comes crashing down around. So hard to win, gotta face the world and start again. And it’s ok and it’s alright, 'cause it's winter in Chicago and I'm stuck on Lake Shore Drive. And there's no work. The frost, it bites. 'Cause its winter in Chicago and the Hawks are on tonight. Yeah, it’s alright. And it’s alright.

I am down, and I feel beat
Dear old Pain’s called me a friend again, but with you I feel free
I’ve been alone, but I’ve held my post
But through Your steady hand I breathe new hope
Through all the fallacy that today’s love brings
Through all the mire of lust’s filthy streams

You won me over