Burn that white flag; I've gone mad.
I wouldn't fly that color to save my soul.
Was it the fact I was born bad,
Or the guidance that I had, that designed me to self-destruct before I'm sold?
It's down to the wire.
The stakes get higher.
I walk through the fire.
I'll never tire;
Because the key to the brave
Is they think they'll be saved,
Right up until the day that they're dead and gone.
I guess I'm the same; I can't fathom my fate,
So I believe my name is the chosen one,
And that's my loaded gun.
My only weakness lies between me and my woman;
She's the only thing worth bein' weak for.
If you saw my love for her you might think I was bluffin',
but that would only be because you never sought more.
Yes, I guess perhaps you really should have thought more
On the things that you let your soul be bought for.
So, tell me why I should comply
With a system that s**s dreams dry.
Will it offer me security?
How much does it cost? Not much, just my right to be free.
It's down to the wire.
The stakes get higher.
I walk through the fire.
I'll never tire;
Because the key to the brave
Is they think they'll be saved,
Right up until the day that they're dead and gone.
I guess I'm the same; I can't fathom my fate,
So I believe my name is the chosen one,
And that's my loaded gun.