Please donÔÇÖt fall,
On me Oh Lord,
In a fist of fire, ash and stone.
As the whole world sleeps,
On gold & silver sheets,
IÔÇÖm picking up my bombs to make it known.
To anyone who stands,
Ten times taller than a man,
With winter teeth and snarl that block the road.
Soon youÔÇÖre going to fall,
By the hands of big and small,
WeÔÇÖll sing it loud,
And you will know.
YouÔÇÖd better try,
To keep your head up to the stars.
When you leave this earth,
With too many scars.
Try,
To keep your head up to the stars.
When you leave this earth,
With too many scars.
To anyone who knows,
WhatÔÇÖs in hearts and whatÔÇÖs in bones.
TheyÔÇÖll break or wear away you can be sure.
We donÔÇÖt always fight,
For God or truth, or right.
But I still keep my bullets by the door.
YouÔÇÖd better try,
To keep your head up to the stars.
When you leave this earth,
With too many scars.
Try,
To keep your head up to the stars.
When you leave this earth,
With too many scars.
