I won't live forever,

Where will I go?

Will I miss the war?

Will I miss the snow?

I love the way the water

Comes down like acid rain



For when I'm gone.

They'll carry on

For when I'm gone,

They'll carry on



But in your head,

You're all dead

You're brain's cold

from what's been told

and there you sit

begging change

don't you get it?

You're still in the shooting range



Ride.



This is life not a game

and it's getting real old

Your body is hungry for your soul's been sold

And now your trapped, deep inside

my kind of ride

sixty-nine stories down down,

better better run and hide



ride



I won't live forever,

Where will I go?

Will I miss the war?

Will I miss the snow?

I love the way the water

Comes down like acid rain



For when I'm gone.

They'll carry on

For when I'm gone,

They'll carry on