My tower is where I stand
I don't need no revolver in my hand
Cause I'll still do the best I can
I'm leaving it up to you, up to you bring me home x3
You say I'm a yellow-belly man
Won't go off fighting on demand
I'm leaving it up to you to be a machoman
I believe in other tools, call me a softhearted fool
But I still believe that the word still rules
Only time will tell which path we chose to follow
But the again why wait, we don't give a shit about tomorrow