They try to change you, crush and break you. Try to tell you what to do They love to have control of you Back against the wall In danger of losing it all Search deep inside Remember who you are. Its a hellish inferno This is war eternal.

(Kelly/Mann) We twisted you arm over Chinese And led you astray Offered the world as we know it And a pittance in pay And your fortune read "Don't believe a word they've said" Blood through your sleeve, I just couldn't Believe that you'd been To the shop

On the blessed hellride Oh, you can never get too low when you're so damn high Oh, been out rolling, on the blessed hellride You can never get too low when you're so damn high, Break me down and roll me once again Got no time to think of now and then

They don't see me Oh no, they don't see me Your girl's drawers comin' down But her hands go up to the ceilin' I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it, I guarantee it I'm throwin' money in the VIP I'm ballin' out, so you know it's me They tell me,

Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate It's too loud Don't fall on my face Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Freeze my crown all up in it You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the

I'll be keeping your head up I'll be keeping your head up, darling Let go of all your haunted dreams tonight Hold tight, you're slowly coming back to life And I won't let you down Hold tight you're slowly coming back to life Til you can breathe on your

Deep greedy and Googling every corner Tralala, in your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men Tall woman, pull the pylons down And wrap

Run to the sea Raining in your heart We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy love The sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars carved into stone On the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We

Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away

And in the night I could be helpless And in the day, everything's complex There's nothing simple when I'm not around you And I miss you, when you're gone That is what I do, bay-, bay-, babe And it's going to carry on That is what I knew, bay-, bay-, baby