Lyrics

What a game we play in this arena It's called "haul your ass or you'll be eaten" Fill your mouth, don't be shy, have a bite now He wasn't fast enough so he's in the dark now That's the way it'll be in the land of the free And the man in the moon made of dust laughs at us No No, don't laugh at us No No, he laughs at us I'll keep it calm with a slew of convictions Nothing sings like a good distraction Wish my head was a page in a printer Trash bad thoughts with the click of a finger With the crack of a gun and the snap of a bone We will fall to our knees And we're gone, and we won't come back Now, I'm alive, and my soul is on fire And I breathe, and I love And I sing, and you can't stop me No No, you can't stop me No No, you can't stop me No No Oh Yeah
Writer(s): Jack Conte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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