I've tried writing this letter now several times before When the party is over and the liquor is no more I'll tell you now that living now has become somewhat a chore And following their rules is such a god forsaken bore Now I say "God" because I'm programmed, but I believe in none I see no interventions, and I see no holy sons And if I'm wrong, then strike me down and break these breathing lungs Just take the words and reverse 'em back upon my evil tongue I've seen children harm each other like it's second nature, some Just want to watch the world burn and bang upon the drums And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on 'Cause chaos has a melody and death is like a song
I sing, sing out to the rafters, I sing Close this little chapter and I think This life is a disaster and it stings I'm trying to find a way to just sing Sing out to the rafters, I sing Close this little chapter and I think This life is a disaster and it stings You see I'm trying to find a way out
[Chorus] What a world, what a world I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end
I went to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendleton And the cause of the missing limbs it mean that it's no love like Wimbledon When they sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability to walk and to touch No way of rekindling What it's now gone, unless they got money like Forrest and Lt. Dan The war, if you in it, damn, they have no remorse at any minute, Bam! That's fucked off, while we chillin' on tour on the bus getting sucked off Know our families grieving cause war is receding Their peeps have been crying their butts off That's why I give so much when I flow bust, why we got it so good? 'Cause it's so rough, for the young soldiers who Do exactly what they're told to do, damn... Through exactly what they told to do Defend the country and uphold the crew But give my one and only soul for U (S.A.)? That's a hell of a job description, I don't know if my God's with this one But I guess it's the laws of sick men Send out young'ns and they fall the victim Of an evil clan's plan, that's why I be saying, "Dwamn" 'Cause on 9/11 I realized our fate is in another man's hands
When I see how my loved ones have left I wonder how long I would fight I wonder if I would give in or let the reaper lead me into night? See I got too much pride left, like my grandmother died too earlier Reaching for moments more but the cancer in her lungs took her from me We drift, naturally, like two ships in the roughest of seas That's why this moment is precious, yet I'm too distant to feel it complete See these days I feel so disconnected, it gets harder to drop to my knees I guess that's a side-effect of living in Generation X-Y-Z Obsessed with pain and greed, man I wish we were kids again Things were simple then 90's incidents got me losing friends to the hands of violent men Fast, faster than speeding bullets whizzing down alleyways I probably am waking up from this haze But only to realize the world hasn't changed Some of y'all not even fazed, y'all think it's the way we've been raised Fuck it, I'll stick him right back in his haze 'Cause these could turn out to be my last today's With a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air, but I'm just too scared Choking from the pressure when I rock this chair Swing back and forth and tempt Death with a blank stare
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At the end of "Love Bites" by Def Leppard, there are some vocals that are hard to understand. It was rumored that they were: "Jesus of Nazareth, Go to Hell." It is actually producer Mutt Lange saying "Yes it does, Bloody Hell," with a thick British accent.