Welcome to the big show The twisting of tendons The pulling of strings And I look down in my right hand
Im gripping tightly the end of my leash And I look down in my left A small scrap of paper with something I can´t read But when I look a little closer âNow you´re the dustâ is all I can see
Those of us with gods Would you mind asking Where the hell they have been Oh I don´t know what´s at the end of this Most give all they have to give
And that´s no way to live
Oh my sister has the face of my father And his Purple Heart Yes I love my dad
But we have our differences like his love for the flag You pick the size of your shackles This illusion of choice Telling you that you´re free And oh, I wish you´d see How you were hung out to dry By your country
Oh I know you´ve got your gods Would you mind asking Where the hell they have been Oh I don´t know what´s at the end of this You gave all you had to give
That´s no way to live
For those right with god
I´ve lost touch Would you mind asking Where the hell he has been Oh I don´t know what at the end of this Most give all they have to give