-(Muted)-
Where do these people come from? Their faces look the same to me.
I was born in the wrong time, its simpler times where I should be.
When men worked for their money, and life was justified.
And everything of value, didn’t always shine.
-(Open)-
When Governments were honest, I cant remember when.
And armies built their numbers with motivated men.
If you had a problem, its handled in the street.
Survival of the fittest, put up or spit your teeth.

I talk of free, you talk of freedom
A system built with no respect
I wish the enemies and traitors
Still hung by their fucking necks

-B R E A K-

-(Muted)-
With a guitar and a jacket, I will set out to the road
Searching everywhere for somewhere, that I can call my home
If by chance I someday make it, I can die a peaceful soul.
This journey may go on forever, but I cant rest until I know

-Chorus-
-2 times, Out-