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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 fingers. May the likes of this song never make one fucking dollar,
leave it for a demo tape to be until it's broken
then remembered for what 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
with ideals of justice.
Do we only need to keep working because it pays
Sleeping under plastic stars to a ceiling,
muscles burning alcohol and nicotine morning...
but we them hell(repeated).

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