Where there's a will there's a way,
I know that's what they say
But sometimes you win, but sometimes
Wou lose,
It ain't always up to you
So kill the clichs, stay drunk for days,
"Ace high" to play, you lose
may all your dreams pull through
Do unto those as you'd have
Them unto you
Is that just a quote in a book,
Stephen King or Herman Wouke?
So fix the big game Falsify names
Transfer the blame for you
may all your dreams pull through
Raze the windmills in your mind,
And leave your sanity behind
'Cause once we compromise the quest,
We don't always do what's best
So fumble the ball Get sick in the hall
Get caught sparying walls "fuck you"
may all your dreams pull through