Do what you want, cry what you feel
Don't do like the people who live here
Cry what you feel and do what you want
And you will live but those people won't
Your mother shook her head, she couldn't believe
This couldn't be her son
You stood at the corner in one hand you hold a gun
But it was not a very big one
You're a rebel of society, you don't respect the law
Nobody feels like you, oh no
You think you're Conan or John Rambo
And you fight on your own
So you fought on your own to live like you want
But you lost this hopeless fight
Now you're sitting in the jail, thinking of what you've done
And you searching for the answeres but you get none