Last Man standing Cant keep a good man down Theres no rain in the desert Just bleached, sun-washed bones Turned to stone
When the deal is done They will be done On Earth as it is in Dallas
Toil with my hands Reap what I have sown This is my land, this is my soul This is what I own
How many times can we start over? How many times can we do it again? Burn out the sun, make the Moon dark Aim for the heart That is a good place to start
How many hearts can we break? How will we know when its too late? How many lies can we swallow? Eats away and makes us hollow How many lives can we burn? When we know its out turn
