This is a waiting gunThis is your final callAnd I would never wanna see youGet torn apartI can't believe itI can't believe you're a part of this worldYou were a sick, sad man from the startAnd I'm not even worth my timeI can't be stoppedI'll just keep goingAll the wayYou will tryBut you will failJust sayIt's over and it's done wellI drove around ChicagoI drove around ChicagoHeaded to ChampaignI passed right through the countryWhen the corn's as high as any guy has ever madeI saw a man beside the roadHe said, excuse me, sirI think I've lost my wayI think I've lost my wayAnd I told him as I walked byI pulled back on the runAnd headed southI've got no time to wasteI said, I guess you don't have faithI guess you don't have faithI guess you don't have faithIt doesn't matter anywayThat's the way!That's the way!Be the way!It's the way you want it!Everything!Everything in this placeBe the way!See the way!It's the way you want it!Everything!Everything!Everything in this place!I guess you don't have faithI guess you don't have faithI guess you don't have faithThis is the waking upThis is your final callSo don't you expect me to be thereWhen you fallWhen you fall