Your hand's upon a deadman's gun, And you're looking down the sights. Your heart is worn, And the seams are torn, And they're giving you a reason to fight.
And you're not gonna take, What they've got to give. And you're not gonna let 'em take your Will to live, Because they've taken enough, And you've given Them all you can give. And luck won't save them tonight.
They've given you a reason to fight.
And all the storms you've been chasing About to rain down tonight. And all the pain you've been facing About to come into the light.