Letra de The Walking Wounded (Live)
I'm weak like a one-armed boxer Throwing punch after punch After punch I, I give in I'm so dumb, I'm surprised When they duckScared, paired walking soldiers We're all wounded anyway In our respective waysScientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman Telling lie after lie After lie, but where's the line? You burns, you're breaking down damsScientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?Let's take this train for one last stop, I know It's not the end, but it can't be that farScientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, then our time is upScientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed Who would want to die as a cowardly little child? When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?