Cutting life with a razor’s edge When you can’t sleep but still go to bed You can deal You can deal You can deal but you can’t ever win Go back home to below your station Like a refugee from the aryan nation Can appeal Can appeal Can appeal But you’re still them within Tell me stories of famous men I can’t see myself in them We could steal We could steal We could steal But we’re stealing from them And I see them standing outside the casino And in their eyes are things that you and I could never know Throwing down with the least provocation With that vintage steel from your dad’s generation Are we out on bail or just a week’s vacation? Getting high it’s a family tradition Adding one more kid to the cycle that’s vicious Can appeal Can appeal Can appeal But you’ll still be them, them, them, them Tell me stories of famous men I can’t see myself in them We could steal We could steal We could steal But we’re stealing from them And I see them standing outside the casino And in their eyes are things that you and I could never know