Kicked and stabbed along the way,
planning for the hour
Revenge a method, one of many
to consummate the change
Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, it's all a game
Moving forward, leaving something
requires the unsaid
Be a man and let it all go,
abandoning your pride
Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, it's all a game (x 2)
Now it's here,
time to choose
You decide
what you'll become
Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, it's all a game (x 2)