In the end of time There was a man who knew the road And the writing, was written on the stone In the ancient time An artist led the way But no one, seemed to understand
In his heart he knew The artist must be true But the legend, of the rent was way past due
Well you think you'll be just fine...without me, but your mine! You think you can, kick me out of the band
Well there's just one problem there The band is mine How can you kick me out...of what is mine
You’re not hardcore (No you’re not hardcore) Unless you live hardcore (Unless you live hardcore) But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
Well you’re not hardcore (No you’re not hardcore) Unless you live hardcore (Unless you live hardcore) But the legend of the rent was way hardcore