Voice Can make a grown man cry If you can't save this noise Then how the hell can i Without cashing in? My heroes have all died in battle So cut off my hands at the wrists The streets will run red with our blood now The streets will run red with my love My vendetta black Lie Until my teeth cave in From all the fists that fly For the sudden sake Of cashing all your chips Of cashing in Long wait Hold up (The grateful return to a fable The hateful reside in my lap In my hands)