The Last Fight - Velvet Revolver

Town feels like I've been back in jail
I cannot doin'; time but in the can
Spin down out of on a bended knee
Just to beg for something to believe

Left home with a pack of clothes
Without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight
No giving no winning
One time could be the overtime
Should we decide to end the misery

Town heals all of the burned out bridges
Filled with nothing more than misery
I wear the mask of the unbattled son
Trying to beg for something to believe

I left home with a pack of clothes
Without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight
No giving no winning
One time could be the overtime
Should we decide to end the misery

Break the chains and feel the weight of giants
With the stand for everlasting liars
They're afraid when we spit out the fire
And start living

Living
Living now
Prayer

This fight could be the last fight
No leaving no winning
One time could be the overtime
Should we decide to end the misery