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
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