helping hand Don't crucify me I'm not ready to die just yet I've got something to say, to see, to be Crucified Theive me one last chance To prove
you would only have me! Tomorrow we will sweat and toil, Our hands will quiver caked with soil, Tomorrow we'll give it one last chance, But tonight we
brought you to this place That pushed you down Into the soil's embrace Give me the chance I was denied To sit and talk with you For one last time
're the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance
authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security. Fear is a powerful weapon against human development. Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance
't meant to mix Keep buried in the soil Dream as if you'll live forever live as if you'll die today If these are my last words Let them be seize the
on heart Embrace each other The dances, the faces, the smiles Behind the past New seasons bring the chance To start again Tall trees will ever last The
you'll come back as the soil before you come back as a soul And you'll be worn away by the rain and the rivers Before you have the chance to go to the
re the best in the land We're big in both Chelsea and France I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance
heart Embrace each other The dances, the faces, the smiles Behind the past New seasons bring the chance To start again Tall trees will ever last The
if you would only have me! Tomorrow we will sweat and toil, Our hands will quiver caked with soil, Tomorrow we'll give it one last chance, But tonight
weren't meant to mix Keep buried in the soil Dream as if you'll live forever live as if you'll die today If these are my last words Let them be seize
Under authoritarian rule, conformity becomes the only security. Fear is a powerful weapon against human development. Cowering in our temples of self there's little chance
a beat, let's be discrete About these bullshit stories you hear up in the street I'm down to my last sheet, no mo' chance to roll Control everything
[Verse 1] The world is mine but it ain't no cakewalk getting signed getting my chance to shine who really has my interests in mind why you shovin' me