careful not to end up fighting no-one
when all your enemies are gone
making you look dumb and stupid
what would it matter to you?
if the parts you always planned
was right there in your hand
with no-one there to see land
taste the fear of fortune
the smell of toil and sweat
with the crowd in there to see it
and the time it takes to fall
with the crowd in there to see it
with the world to listen to ya
still rattling on with oh