杨革尔制作

Your hands upon

A deadman's gun and you're

Looking down the sights

Your heart is worn,

And the seams are torn

And they've given you reason to fight



And you're not gonna take what they've got to give

And you not gonna let them take your will to live

Because they've taken enough and you've given them all you can give

And luck won't save them tonight

They've given you reason to fight



And all the storms you've been chasing

About to rain down tonight

And of the pain you've been facin'

About to comin' to the light



Your hands upon

A deadman's gun and you're looking down the sights

Your heart is worn,

And the seams are torn

And they've given you reason to fight.



And you're not gonna take what they've got to give

And you not gonna let them take your will to live

Because they've taken enough and you've given them all you can give

And luck won't save them tonight

They've given you reason to fight



And all the storms you've been chasing

About to rain down tonight

And of the pain you've been facin'

About to comin' to the light