eighteen and jaded, with guns in their hands, they were fighting for freedom, but just what is that, bills to the banks and food for the kids, money for college but couldn't get in, made all the grades but got taken to task by a man in an alley wearing a mask, screamed and she begged, as the people walked by, the man he just laughed and the woman she cried, well its time all you people, turn around,for the life we've been living, messing around, the blood we've been spilling will bleed us dry, the life we've been killing, is your life like mine? the needle is sweet and the snow it is pure, the pain I've been hiding from, I'm finding a cure, the night it is warm, well the light it is cold, the family I'm robbing, I'm calling them home, my heart it is thumping, the veins they've been blue, the blood thats been pumping still hasn't met you, the beard that I'm growing, will not fully grow, the years are not coming, the way I thought they would, I'm hoping and waiting for something to sing, like the angels in heaven, or bums on the street, hoping for love to find a new voice, the song thats needs singing, has already been sung before.