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