Do you think it's better when you're dead?
'Cause I remember feeling "when your father comes home" dread.
And you can hope for the wedding gun.
Or you could run for America, risen in the sun; is it red?
Start another day upon the Earth
Always someone there to judge, what every hour is worth.
But you could live with the poverty,
If you could swallow the liberty, given out at birth, is it right?
Some day you’ll feel the heart of fear,
For some day you’ll be alone.
No others for to share your tears,
No one to sing along.
Everything's a lesson to be learned.
So bring another Jesus out 'cause someone's gotta burn.
But there's no guilt in a miracle,
We’re built just to get a kill, for anything at all, at every turn.
So put another chapter in the fire,
Lay another symbol up on pallets upon tyres,
Or we could try for parity,
Open eyes with honesty written in the will of every liar.