My tower is where I stand I don't need no revolver in my hand Cause I'll still do the best I can I'm leaving it up to you, up to you bring me home x3 You say I'm a yellow-belly man Won't go off fighting on demand I'm leaving it up to you to be a machoman I believe in other tools, call me a softhearted fool But I still believe that the word still rules Only time will tell which path we chose to follow But the again why wait, we don't give a shit about tomorrow