Cowards
(Verse 1)
Frustrations, the races, the lights and the tazers
Misers, demisers, the drugs and the faces.
The drums, the basses, guitars and the singers
The dreams, the schemes the love and the means
The minds, the lines, PA in the basement.
We walk we talk we play hard for ya
We try to live life in the mirror
We try we go we live the life of terror.
(Chorus)
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Drugs, Sex, Life & Violence! The things we love to bitch about.
(Verse 2)
The rhyme, the time, the microphone spitting
Distortion, disportion, the metronome clicking.
Bill Clinton, the spouse, cigar in the whitehouse.
The love, the hugs, the sex and the drugs.
The dreams we love will be there tomorrow
The pain the vein will be tomorrow's sorrow.
We try to live life in the mirror
We try we go we live the live of terror.
(Chorus)
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Drugs, Sex, Life & Violence! The things we love to bitch about.
(Bridge)
Where you at punk? What huh?x3
Deadlift in the fucking house!x2
(Chorus)
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Where you gonna be?
Drugs, Sex, Life & Violence! The things we love to bitch about.
(Outro)
Where you gonna be now?
Where you gonna be now?
Where you gonna be now?
Where you gonna be now?
Where you gonna be now?
Where you gonna be now?
