Credits
Lyrics
This way, this is at the end of time
We're all city bastards
You gotta double life, you gotta buy this stuff
Too much to try, roll and roll
Take back, take back
What you gave when you left me
To one affected brother
Laid and drawn
We've rolled it all along
Yeah, yeah
We've rolled it all along
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
You try still marching your feet
Dear soldier, you'll die for greed
Written by: Robert Ragosta
