Cheers to those with daggers. The mountain of the meek. They all think they know best, But they have yet to speak. We'll get medicated... because pain is such a drag. I wanna fight for freedom... under a stolen flag. And everything is made soft... because our kids can't take a punch. What's there left to own, when they world's already yours? And there's just no honor for the men who came before. Maybe there's a will ... but I think there's a war. And I don't wanna lose my edge this time. Because they all seem ravenous. And I don't wanna hurt you all tonight. 'Cause you don't know me. The life I chose, is a one pound penny and... I ask for nothing more. Cheers to those of violence. The palpitations in my heart. The loving upper eschalons with nothing to impart. And I just can't see any smiles in the dark. There's no time for suspense... No wait to see the shark. I want the clarity of challenge. And I've been waiting all along. To serenade the hungry, with an ever fasting song. Well I may be the tortoise... But thank Christ I'm not the moth. The flames don't look so brillian... When it's not all you've got. And I don't wanna lose my edge this time. Because they all seem ravenous. And I don't wanna hurt you all tonight. 'Cause you don't know me. The life I chose, is a one pound penny and... I ask for nothing more. *go* Call to arms my boy! Calm the waters, my God! Go to war... the men with guns. It's still raining and I haven't felt a drop... This must be my stop.