Beat the Odds

Old Johnny never walked the path that they tread
He'd rather die alone than living a slave
The clock's ticking for this poor undeserving
And still, he's not afraid of the hangmen
Nailed down, force fed
He's shouting out but there's no one to care
Harsh living at the end of a shotgun
A vile portrait of a loathing aggrieved son
NO WAY, NO WAY
There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
NO WAY, NO WAY
There's no way he's gonna fit in this cage
"He's coming out through the swing door
He doesn't give a fuck no more" (MLIW)
NO WAY, NO WAY
There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
The mob just brings on its own demise
Left with no other choice, he foresees the need to
rebuild and set this whole place on fire
"Burn it all away!
Born free to feed up the gentry?
Burn it all away!
Resolved to never serve their callous intent!"NO WAY, NO WAY
There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
NO WAY, NO WAY
There's no way he's gonna fit in this cage
"He's coming out through the swing door
He doesn't give a fuck no more"
NO WAY, NO WAY
There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
He walks alone as a better man
Head high and free from every lies.
They'll never break down the truth he desperately seeks
And bring him back to the agony... back to the suffering... back to the start.



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Chiasson, Guy-pierre Genest, David St-pierre, Dany Roberge, Jean-philippe Lagace
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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