Your hand's upon a deadman's gun,
And you're looking down the sights. 
Your heart is worn, 
And the seams are torn,
And they're giving you a reason to fight.

And you're not gonna take,
What they've got to give. 
And you're not gonna let 'em take your
Will to live,
Because they've taken enough, 
And you've given 
Them all you can give. 
And luck won't save them tonight.

They've given you a reason to fight.

And all the storms you've been chasing 
About to rain down tonight. 
And all the pain you've been facing 
About [bad word] into the light.