(Ahhh... tales of urban despair and unemployment on the fringe)[verse 1]The gun lies on the street But it's too lateThere's no one near 'Cause they're hiding behind their fears In the crouched position, I make my stand The trigger melts with my hand And it's no longer a part of me That's why I do not fleeThe madmen in the high courts they don't understand About living for moneyHow it breeds plenty of time to kill People want more than just theAn iron cross held way up high can be seen throughout the lands in our mindThe grip of power holds you close, you feel the pressure mountSo isolate your energies and make each second count in your life, in your lifeYou know its gonna be tonight[chorus][bridge]The letter drops, and it falls right down the crackDown, down it's never coming backThe letter drops, it falls right down the crackAnd down, down it's never coming back