by Brad Parrish
Which way steers clear of hell
Sometimes it's awful hard to see
Which way's opposite the gallows tree
There comes a time when it's tough to look back
There comes a time when it's tough not to lose track
So when your out there on your own
When your wasted and your mind's blown
Get on your feet and clear your head
Cuz if ya don't they'll rip you apart and shoot you dead
Tighten your fists and open your eyes
Don't be the victim who falls to the earth and dies
Sometimes it hurts to say
That your without a prayer to pray
Sometimes it hurts to say
That your nights never see the light of day
There comes a time when it burns inside
There comes a time when you think of those that died
So when your out there own your own
When your faded and all alone
Gather your gear and load your guns
Cuz' if ya don't you'll be the one who runs
Raise your swords towards the sky
Don't be the victim whose lovers scream n' cry
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