ain't gonna die tonight

i ain't gonna die tonight

you can't kill me

not my spirit

history is ours tonight

the people are chanting

can't you hear it?

whoa-oh-oh

whoa-oh-oh

open up the doors on 'em

we playing tonight

bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights

they gonna learn from me

this is our church of the

life of a champion

ugh

so freddie mercury

sneaking into hov concerts in nosebleeds

the hov bein' like woah

yeah

independent

keep killing these people and don't sleep

even the pigeon toed still standing on both feet

you know

it's obvious whose night this is

grandparent's immigrants

couple irish kids

victory in my grasp

gotta fight for this

the streets are ours this evening

going undefeated

i roll the dice against the staircase

uh huh

steak season

gotta marinate

uh huh

if i happen to die tonight

put my spirit in the stars

bury me in the grave and carve the history was ours"