We're surfing the waves of the blues Through times of gloom and the confused New world police is a western feeling
We're not proud of this Not just a little bit Party girls and pick up lines At your funeral
We're living in a cold world's industry Right next to the new sheriff in town O' how we fail to see The mouth of the shark
You should not bow down And give praise to the beast You should rise up high Above their ungodly feast
[Incomprehensible] Close to those who care And always pay tribute To those who dared
We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back
We're taking the chance of light Through times Where no skies are bright Oil, porn and war Is a western way of life
We're not made of steel It's just how we feel Dirty deals and cheap girls Beside your coffin'
We're living in a cold world's harmony Right next the portrait of the patriot O' how we fail to feel The mouth of the shark
[Incomprehensible] Close to those who care And always pay tribute To those who dared
You should not bow down And give praise to the beast You should rise up high Above their ungodly feast Gives praise to the beast
We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back
Don't it feel like as if We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back
Who's next in line For the big fucking get-away You big cowboy Who's next in line For the big fucking get-away Gunslingers and tombstones
Don't be long, don't be gone I think you might be back If so, break my back
We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back
Don't it feels like as if We're taking the chance of light I'm telling through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back
We're taking the chance of light Through times Where no skies are bright I'm still telling you I might be back, I might be back