So the blue lights'll come flashing my alleyway I'll have locked up my door and be away You can now sell the land for my grave And give away the slavery you kept for me In a tattoo bearing my last will There's a call for my friends about my remains "Bury me where the cowards don't walk Where the bandits hide and watch the world from above" Real life My life Real life This is not a f**ing lifestyle I'm not here to match trends and jet sets I'm at war with the the "life" they want me to accept I'm at war with what they sell as "life" My guitar's a machine gun my mic is my knife My epitaph will dirt no magazine Even those who witch hunted me will forget my name And the one thing will make it through time Is this scratch on the vinyl left by pa**ion and hate Real life This is not a f**ing lifestyle So get off you c*nts, f** off and die