King of the Losing Side
Slip down to the empty streets in the pouring rain
Where the ghosts, they scream
"Did you know our names?"
City lights like torches burn to remind us all
Of those who passed away waiting for a saint
A life out on the line demands more than resting
Upon a dream for us to turn the tide
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side
Right now we need a miracle, but they aren't cheap.
And our prayers for help are far too weak
These bones are all we have so they'll have to do
Held together with tape and glue
A life out on the line demands more than resting
Upon a dream for us to turn the tide
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
Afraid to die
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same, we carry the wounded
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same, we carry the wounded
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same, we carry the wounded
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same
The same
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
Afraid to die
Where the ghosts, they scream
"Did you know our names?"
City lights like torches burn to remind us all
Of those who passed away waiting for a saint
A life out on the line demands more than resting
Upon a dream for us to turn the tide
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side
Right now we need a miracle, but they aren't cheap.
And our prayers for help are far too weak
These bones are all we have so they'll have to do
Held together with tape and glue
A life out on the line demands more than resting
Upon a dream for us to turn the tide
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
Afraid to die
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same, we carry the wounded
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same, we carry the wounded
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same, we carry the wounded
None of us are saints, just weary and broken
We're all the same
The same
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
So cut me loose and crown me king of the losing side
How do you expect to live when you're afraid to die?
Afraid to die
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Writer(s): Kaya Vanantwerpen
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