Tom: What a game we play in this arena. It's called haul your ass or you'll be eaten. Fill your mouth don't be shy,have a bite now. He wasn't fast enough so he's in the dark now. Solo: x2 That's the way it'll be,In the land of the free. And The man,in the moon,made of dust,he laughs at us. Noo. Dont laugh at us. Nooo. Don't laugh at us. (Play solo again with personal alterations) I'll keep the calm,with a slew,of convictions. Nothing seems like a good distraction.Wish my head,was a page,in a printer. Trash bad thoughs,with the click,of a finger.(Play solo again) With the crack of a gun,And the snap Of a bone. We will fall to our knees,and we'll fall,and we won't come back. Now,I'm alive,And my soul,is on fire and I breathe,and I love,And I see,And you can't stop me. Noo. Noo. No you can't stop me.