Ain't it strange   this world welive in   that's afraid   of the things we should've been      And you sell yourself   look the other way   to a war   let's begin   only six feet down to an early grave   andyou're standing up      And everything is going to hell   and you're going as well   but youdon't know   just what to wear   if I'm going I'll pray   and avoid all the plagues   Iain't going   I ain't going nowhere      A little late   to wonder where we're heading   in the game   with the ones we're killing      Concrete shoes   though snowy junes   nowarming clues   be gone what wanna do