I'm not picking my battles
Cause I'm not ready to choose
One thing I know is I'm on my own and I'm home, already
They'll print lies and desert us
So you better get ready to lose
When that eastern sun's got us 3 to 1, I'm home, already
I'm sorry just sounds empty but the thought should suffice
Bloody knuckles scraping concrete and it's night after night
But I'm ready come help me get to my feet
If there's a hell do I go there with my wounded knee?
Well I'm nervous but I'm ready so please do what you like
I'm sick of being frightened by it night after night
I'm ready come help me get to my feet
If there's a hell do I go there with my wounded knee?
I'm only half of this I need you to understand