Tekster:
His Hero Is Gone Carry On

outsiders in for A moment of hell but they bought their way out while the Rest suffer turn your heads & walk away. Carry on just the Same

his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever

the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain, Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears, His

turned his back on the beautiful and innocent Annica. She was his intended from birth, but he couldn't let love for this saintly child cloud his duties

carry him on your horse to camp? [GIORGIO] [spoken] Only to our battalion. [BARRI] [spoken] Say you brought him back to camp! Why settle for being half a hero when full-fledged is

his life in this dope game cocaine He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man I see tears in his sista and his momma eye His

the pride of the backfield Ah, the hero of his day Yeah, he carried the ball for the red and blue But [incomprehensible] carried all the way And his

the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain, Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears, His

on my knees I pray to god, give me the will to carry on I hear them come, the battle's near I gonna die, is it all real or fantasy Is it all real or