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