4 acessos
It’s 8 am, an hour before the show
Can’t turn back now, signed up too long ago
My mom’s real nervous, so is my girlfriend
I tell them, “hey, don’t worry, I’ll see you both again.”
New contest of Ages, our future young men.
One of a hundred will walk till the end.
Raring to rip, third warning don’t trip.
Pick em up, put em down’s the path to the crown.
Out on the halftrack the soldiers take aim.
They pump mighty carbines at boys who’ve gone lame.
He seemed ok just an hour ago.
Now clear his dead ass off the road.
Got to keep pace with the…
The long walk don’t lose your face.
Got to stay alive
To see the others die.
Now you’re my friend
So we’ll walk on forever
Mind is so bleary staggered legs so weary.
Sense of myself is lost somewhere else.
Burrow deep inside the rabbit’s secret lie
He sets the pace of this sadistic race
Out on the halftrack the soldiers take aim.
They murder our freedom a rule of this game.
This figure beckons I see him real clear
Time to sit the end is here
Out on the road the shoe I am wearing develops a tiny hole
Their smug mocking grins, I can’t hold it in, embarrassment takes a small hold
The silhouette of the major appears we salute though we know it’s a sin
Let’s see his sorry ass walk 100’s of miles, lose his own mind, feel so afraid, feeling so
Sick, feel so alone, feel all this hate…