You stand before me now we stare eye to eye Before another second clicks away one of us will die. You reach for your metal as I reach for mine The sound of bullets flyin' through the air, is followed by a cry
And they're cryin'
What will we do? What will we say? When it's the end of this game that we play? Will we crumble into the dust my friend? Or will we start this game over again?
The young man lays alone but fastened to the ground The sounds of fleeting feet and a cryin' eye will be his last sound. What did we gain fron all of this? Now was it worth a life? We've thrown all our hopes away and set our dreams aside
Now we're cryin'
What will we do? What will we say? When it's the end of this game that we play? Will we crumble into the dust my friend? Or will we start this game over again?
It's coming back to me. It's coming back to me.
What will we do? What will we say? When it's the end of this game that we play? Will we crumble into the dust my friend? Or will we start this game over again?
Compositores: Bradley Kirk Arnold (Brad Arnold) (BMI), Matthew Darrick Roberts (BMI), Robert Todd Harrell (BMI)Editores: Escatawpa Songs (BMI), Music Corporation Of America Inc (BMI)Publicado em 2002ECAD verificado obra #1031867 e fonograma #13025828 em 29/Out/2024 com dados da UBEM