You die to be someone
But live to stay bound
Do you run with the hare
Or do you hunt with the hounds?
Does the second hand smoke seem to cloud the way out?
Steel to the chin
Send his spirit to the clouds
To feel something
Can't stand to feel nothing
Tore up inside
You toe the tightrope
Or you tie the noose
So quit frontin'
Sticking around to see something
You die to be someone
But live to stay bound
Do you run with the hare
Or do you hunt with the hounds?
Does the second hand smoke seem to cloud the way out?
Voices in the dark seem to
Fade out
I hear something
What was that? you heard nothing
Tore up inside
You can toe a tightrope or
You tie the noose
Hate the product
It's all the same
Matches on gas
Pissing on the flame
Bound for hell
You're praying for a miracle
Nowhere to run
This is life in America