Tools Of The Tirade


I've got two eyes They spy every lie you hide between those lines
I've got two ears They hear every cry you drown out with that noise
I've got 2 arms, two hands and I clap to the rhythm
I've got two legs, two feet, and you know we were born to run
And now I'm running, we're running out of time
You and I, we were always meant to die young
Alive, you and I were born to run
You know I won't go out without (without a fight)
While we're alive, but you and I, we were always meant to die young
I've got one heart… it starts racing to the music… don't know when to stop
I've got 10 fingers wrapped in two fists and I'm pounding on your door
And I'll break it down if you won't let me in
You and I, we were always meant to die young
Alive, you and I were born to run
You know I won't go out without (without a fight)
While we're alive, but you and I, we were always meant to die young







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