You don’t stop. Not even to rest.
You’ll clean up the mess you’ve made out of our lives,
for the last time tonight.
Let them see the liar in your eyes.

They are the last ones down,
but they’re the first ones out.
You’re’ telling the stories,
you’re selling the glory,
to the kids on the bad side of town.

Cross our fingers for believers
Only one cadence away.

The truth is you see troops, not children.
You smile and you pretend,
as you hand guns out to my friends.
You sell these kids a new beginning.
You smile and you pretend,
as you hand guns out to my friends.

A new crop, so hard to resist.
You’re selling the kids with limited options to the lowest bid.
Safety in numbers, proved wrong again.
They are the last ones down,
but they’re the first ones out.
You’re’ telling the stories,
you’re selling the glory,
to the kids on the bad side of town.

I gotta know who you are.
The suspense is killing me.
The kids are backed against the wall.
You set them up to take the fall.
The kids are running on alcohol
with no clue their back’s against the wall.