You tell your self you're not the one you woun't get hurt when the damage is done. You tell your self it woun't happen to you It's the same old story there's nothing new. Can't be the one to lose you're only wearin'some one else's shoes can't you read it it's up on the wall how can some one so big be so small. You're nothin'with out your friends they'll be with you till the bitter end your nothin' and you'll find out what this world is all about Standing in a strike zone runnin' with the pack Standing in a strike zone ain't no use in turn' back. You want no war it's the chance you take nothin' easier And the ice woun't break When the sun comes out at the end of the night You woun't escape from the blinding light Freedom goes but who to blame see the madness burnin' in their brains No where to run no place to hide your all alone on a one way ride. You're nothin with out your friends they'll be with you till the bitter end your nothin'and you'll find out what this world is all about standing in the strike zone runnin' with the pack standing in a strike zone aint no use in turnin' back Standing in a strike zone there's a panic in the streets aint no golden parks retreat You tell your self you're not the one You woun't get hurt when the damage is done You tell your self it woun't to you It's the same old story there's nothin' new Can't be the one to lose Can't you read it it's up on the wall How can some one so big be so small Standing in a strike zone There's a panic in the streets Standing in a strike zone Ain't no golden parks retreat Standing in a strike zone You got a ticket for a front row seat Strike zone Runnin' with the pack Standing in the strike zone Aint no use in turnin' back You're only wearin' some one else's shoes
Compositores: Joseph Michael John Reno, Paul Warren Dean, Donald Scott Smith, Julie Glover (Bruce Fairbairn) ECAD: Obra #16172247