Any dream worth having is a dream worth fighting for
Oppression is no excuse for vengeance ... for murder. I wonder... does the death of innocent people ... cut down on the streets as they flee ... free you ? I think not.
They call me useless, careless, nobody ought to miss with the thing they don't understand. They call me hopeless, heartless, there's no way out of this when it's so far out of your hand. I confess there's a hole in my chest from the things that I did and the gun in my hand. I won't rest till it's all done and set and I get what I give.
They call me useless, careless, nobody ought to miss with the thing they don't understand. They call me hopeless, heartless, there's no way out of this when it's so far out of your hand. I confess there's a hole in my chest from the things that I did and the gun in my hand. I won't rest till it's all done and set and I get what I give.