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I the confidence to write a song,
so i three simple chords and I held them together with my weak voice on an out-of-tune guitar my father gave to me.
May Elvis turn in his grave and Les Paul curse my dirty calloused fingers. May the likes of this song never make one dollar,
it for a demo tape to be played until it's broken
then remembered only for it was...
that we 'em hell(repeated).

To my friends and enemies who have been anything,
titans and heroes who found survival in and effect.
Behind counters, behind windows, just to be people
bitter ideals of justice.
Do we only need to keep because it pays rent?
under plastic stars glued to a ceiling,
muscles burning alcohol and nicotine morning...
but we them hell(repeated).

a height beyond skyscrapers, there's a distance beyond the freeway.
More than pictures in a magazine, more tragedy in a rock and roll song.
It's more than the actions you know safe to make,
It's more than could ever buy.
Are we living to work and die in cities,
working to and die in american cities, and dying for what we worked.