Your Favorite Enemies - And If I Was to Die in the Morning... Would I Stil

Happy New Year, we said trembling,
The devil’s back, back here again,
He ripped our flesh dressed as a friend
Don’t you see, we’re struggling

Fishbowl, casket and golden cage
We’re all fighting the best we can
Gambling soul for empty wage
Who needs a gun to kill a man

Won’t buy your bullshit we don’t mind
We’re out of breath, we’re left behind
What we believe is more than you know
Speed up your track, here comes the flow

Whole lot of fun; like birds we’ve fed,
Blessed Americans, united we stand
In front of a world craving for bread
Speaking of God with empty hands

Fishbowl, casket and golden cage
We’re all fighting the best we can
Gambling soul for empty wage
Who needs a gun to kill a man

Won’t buy your bullshit we don’t mind
We’re out of breath, we’re left behind
What we believe is more than you know
Speed up your track, here comes the flow

Beautifully falling apart, the circle is complete
We’re the blood feeding the soil, the dust under your feet
Too much’ never enough, there’s no space between
What you want and what we need

Won’t buy your bullshit we don’t mind
We’re out of breath, we’re left behind
What we believe is more than you know
Speed up your track, here comes the flow