Ride

I won't live forever

where will I go

will I miss the war

will I miss the snow

I love the way the water comes down like acid rain

for when I'm gone they'll carry on

but in your head

you're all dead

your brain's cold

from what's been told

and there you sit

begging change

don't you get it

you're still in their shooting range

this is life not a game

and it's getting real old

your body is hungry for your soul's been sold

now you're trapped deep inside my kind of ride 69 stories down

down better better run and hide

ride

I won't live forever

where will I go

will I miss the war

will I miss the snow

I love the way the water comes down like acid rain

for when I'm gone they'll carry on

for when I'm gone they'll carry on

where will I go