I won't live forever, Where will I go? Will I miss the war? Will I miss the snow? I love the way the water Comes down like acid rain
For when I'm gone. They'll carry on For when I'm gone, They'll carry on
But in your head, You're all dead You're brain's cold from what's been told and there you sit begging change don't you get it? You're still in the shooting range
Ride.
This is life not a game and it's getting real old Your body is hungry for your soul's been sold And now your trapped, deep inside my kind of ride sixty-nine stories down down, better better run and hide
ride
I won't live forever, Where will I go? Will I miss the war? Will I miss the snow? I love the way the water Comes down like acid rain
For when I'm gone. They'll carry on For when I'm gone, They'll carry on