The fame's your best friend, you love it, no questions. Beating down the door is the face of rejection. And once again it's a tragedy anthem. We never wanted more, we never needed your blessing. But who could give a fuck about a kid with a dream? 'Cause stories aren't told about the ones unseen. With the gleam in his eye, his middle finger to the sky. Crooked smile on his face, he doesn't think he can die. So grab a pick and an axe, 'cause we try, we cry. Into the bottle of Jack we die, inside. So when you look in his eyes, whatcha see now. Murder the monster you've made, and watch him bleed out. We're in a life, where it's kill or lose. Just lie motherfucker, 'til you hear the truth. From under the street, through the gutters of youth. Just cry, motherfucker, yeah, I'm talking to you. ??