Forget whose years when you were drowned in mud It’s going to ache in every disbelieving head We’re going to make then crumble apart ‘Cos as you know old habits die hard
Now before the dawn we will be Rising from out of nowhere Rising loud and proud You got to save your best for joining us
While you stand still your dreams won’t be fulfilled If the punishment fits the crime the way should fit the road Why should I thank God for the choices I make? Sometimes I wish I was blind Sometimes I wish I was deaf