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