The sun Rises in the morning,just like a billion times before,
Well can you feel the pain now that it brings,
So now you're thinkin' that it's all over,
You did'nt mean what you say,say what you mean,
And that's not just a parlay,
Yet sometimes you've got to wake up to just what you believe in,
My brother beats me with a stick,
Each day things go bad,
Everything is getting closertowards your fate a heart that's beating,
A butcher a baker a sixgun lying there,
As the old man rides along into the distance,it's not so bad,
No it's not so bad it's not so bad,
Don't walk away don't even look away,
But then things would get ugly.