Pull back the curtains, snap off the string. This tired and lonely man is offering everything. Tie up the main mast, boys, we’re going into the storm. Passion’s not found in roses, but it’s in the thorns. Farewell to the reckless, I want the real thing. This life is knocking, son, open up and let the truth ring. Posing is a past time. Ring a bell for selfishness. I’m through with fallacy. Whatever happened to progress? (Push forward. I won’t stop. Keep going till I drop). For this I was born, born for this (This time I give it all). For this I was born, born for this (Upright and standing tall). For this I was born, born for this (This time I give it all). For this I was born for this (Can’t stop). To all my brothers, to all my brothers’ sons. You can’t find freedom in money, it has to be won. Spin your wheels in this graveyard; build your casket of chrome. You’re on a road to nowhere, boy, and it’s taking you home. No one told me I’d pay for this. Drinking pleasure that’s turned to piss. Standing firm on this sphere of sand. King of the world, yet I see no land. No one told me how to deal with this. Shooting targets that don’t exist. Standing firm while I sink in the mud. My heart is pumping, but I have no blood.