This is a waiting gun
This is your final call
And I would never wanna see you
Get torn apart
I can't believe it
I can't believe you're a part of this world
You were a sick, sad man from the start
And I'm not even worth my time
I can't be stopped
I'll just keep going
All the way
You will try
But you will fail
Just say
It's over and it's done well
I drove around Chicago
I drove around Chicago

Headed to Champaign
I passed right through the country
When the corn's as high as any guy has ever made
I saw a man beside the road
He said, excuse me, sir
I think I've lost my way
I think I've lost my way
And I told him as I walked by



I pulled back on the run
And headed south
I've got no time to waste
I said, I guess you don't have faith
I guess you don't have faith
I guess you don't have faith
It doesn't matter anyway
That's the way!
That's the way!
Be the way!
It's the way you want it!
Everything!
Everything in this place
Be the way!
See the way!
It's the way you want it!
Everything!
Everything!
Everything in this place!
I guess you don't have faith
I guess you don't have faith
I guess you don't have faith
This is the waking up
This is your final call
So don't you expect me to be there
When you fall
When you fall