Easy day of labour, I have never felt the strain
Of walking home so lonesome in the pouring midnight rain
One hand in my pocket holding on to what is left
The other holds the fist in line to what I know is best
And maybe I won't be so blind to make whats right when wrong
Respect the ones that held me back when fights became so long
As tough as I can be when mad theres still no fight in me
When all thats left to live in life is me from world war three
I haven't learnt my lesson guess I probably never will
This dog has lost his bark but not the instinct thats to kill
A bruise and scar will heal in time but memories never die
Left to know that all is gone when pain became your high
Floating through the void in life before you wake to find
The blood that stained your hands in war and bodies on your mind
Broken names and broken bones now pave the path for you
Whats left aint right at all tonight so what now will you do
