LYRIC
Can you tell me your name, there? Are you calling me out? Are you walking my way? Are you losing your faith?
Cause you make lots of noise, there Are you looking for buyers? Or a group of more liars? Are you using your faith?
When we all have a choice, then Will you act like a man? Will you raise up your hands? When the shit hits the fan?
Turning white as a ghost As the air leaves your throat Will you throw me a rope? Or go at it alone?
It's a little late, in a little while Can we forget about it? With a little lake of a little fire We'll take the fun out of it
Pour a little wine, take a little kneel Pack a winter bag and wallet Get a bit of ice and a heavy meal There is no easy way out
As you pray for the end to come All you'll get is a marching line As you wait for the hounds of hell You'll be in for a big surprise
Cause the end it will never come But we're in for a few hard times And we'll get knocked up, down and done But the truth is we're still alive
Can you tell me your name, there? Does the cat have your tongue? Are you calling someone? Are you waiting to run?
When the show will arrive It will be right on time So you better sit tight It'll be a great ride
Where we goin'? Come on over No one's dying We're fine
Cause you make lots of noise, there Are you looking for buyers? Or a group of more liars? Are you using your faith?
When we all have a choice, then Will you act like a man? Will you raise up your hands? When the shit hits the fan?
Turning white as a ghost As the air leaves your throat Will you throw me a rope? Or go at it alone?
It's a little late, in a little while Can we forget about it? With a little lake of a little fire We'll take the fun out of it
Pour a little wine, take a little kneel Pack a winter bag and wallet Get a bit of ice and a heavy meal There is no easy way out
As you pray for the end to come All you'll get is a marching line As you wait for the hounds of hell You'll be in for a big surprise
Cause the end it will never come But we're in for a few hard times And we'll get knocked up, down and done But the truth is we're still alive
Can you tell me your name, there? Does the cat have your tongue? Are you calling someone? Are you waiting to run?
When the show will arrive It will be right on time So you better sit tight It'll be a great ride
Where we goin'? Come on over No one's dying We're fine
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