i never figured it would end up this way

as i lay on the ground, and silently prayed

for god's intervention, my soul to save

who the hell is the saint of lost causes?

i could see from their eyes, my time it wasn't long

reporters inquired why my vest wasn't on

my partner was crying for me to stay strong

the sirens seemed to grow quieter...



walk all the days just to stagger at night

a pension at twenty if all goes all right

to the junkies, the yuppies, ice-t, and the whores

i bid you a sln agus beannacht



it seemed like the shooter was barely fifteen

already his life had been stripped of all dreams

the crack and the gats make for one hectic scene

life never seemed any cheaper.

i'll always remember the words that he said

over and over they ring through my head