What i don't understand    is why you're there with that gun in your hand    you've got the power, i'm in control    you wash your hands, i've got your soul       and in easy delight    your holy conscience shining so bright    walking on a trail of tears    the salty taste in your beer    proves you're wrong       And in the end it stops    you weren't proud enough    to ever ease your mind    and now you have to face it    tried to escape and hide    from all those sorry sights    you've proven all along    you're stranger to my song       And you're trapped you can't run    your decay has almost begun    only with that friend in hand    you can believe that you're a real man       Tomorrow's over,    tomorrow just died    i've done a good job    you now belong to yesterday       I will not run no more