Ride

I won't live forever
where will I go
will I miss the war
will I miss the snow
I love the way the water comes down
like acid rain
for when I'm gone they'll carry on
but in your head you're all dead
your brain's cold from what's been told
and there you sit begging change
don't you get it
you're still in their shooting range
this is life not a game
and it's getting real old
your body is hungry
for your soul's been sold
now you're trapped deep inside my kind of ride 69 stories
down down better better run and hide ride
I won't live forever
where will I go
will I miss the war
will I miss the snow
I love the way the water comes down
like acid rain
for when I'm gone they'll carry on
for when I'm gone they'll carry on
where will I go