Long ago the gra** was green And the hills were capped with snow But life wasn't better there So I proposed, that you and me were meant for something more Now tell me if you think I'm wasting time On chasing some dolled up dream that will leave me jaded Well, I'd trade my skin to be young again And i'd bow out... But I don't know what you want from me Because You take it all And I would give my eyes to See you brood of vipers get whats coming to you Now tell me if you think I'm wasting time On chasing some dolled up dream that will leave me jaded Well, I'd trade my skin to be young again And I'd bow out graciously But now the Good Lord's waiting At the gates with affirmation of my demons I would trade my skin for a little innocence And I'd carve out my name with my bare hands (...And the sun is shing on me again)