Tears of joy
My heroes are dead
They weren´t what they said
I don´t have a gun
But please don´t call the cops
They´ll treat me like a corpse
Run home where i´ll be safe in my skin
My life s´been trying to fit in
Most days something is stabbing in my spleen
Shed my skin
Try and find a better place to fit in
I´m no threat
But please don´t call the brothers
They see me as a traitor
Run home where i´ll be safe in my skin
My life s´been trying to fit in
Most days something is stabbing in my spleen