Here, sleep at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale.
Turned and as a coward you´ve learned
Through sickness and health,
There´s only one,
Now go and bite your tongue.

You´ll just say the worst of me,
With a hope they´ll understand.
No, they know you´re just a boy.
So grow up and be a man.
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? Let´s see... your life.

You´ve got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young brother, you´ve got nothing to prove.

Your answer is in there,
Just stare down the barrel.
Your sincerest apologies,
Won´t write you out of this one.
Tonight, you´ll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite.
Oh young fools, don´t cry... anymore.

A fear sleeps inside your stomach,
It swells.
A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch.
For too long,
This little baby has cried on.
For tomorrow we´ll sing the words and song
Of a time we´re glad is long gone.

You´ll just say the worst of me,
With a hope they´ll understand.
No, they know you´re just a boy.
So grow up and be that man.
Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? Let´s see... your life.

You´ve got nothing to prove, stay afraid.
Young brother, you´ve got nothing to prove.

Your answer is in there,
Just stare down the barrel.
Your sincerest apologies,
Won´t write you out of this one.
Tonight, you´ll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite.
Oh young fools, don´t cry...

Mother superior,
Come catch the rabbit, he runs.
My how´ve you grown?
You´re frightened of leaving
This truly gone fishing amalgam,
Go fetch your gun.

Your answer is in there,
Just stare down the barrel.
Your sincerest apologies,
Won´t write you out of this one.
Tonight, you´ll find the right
In the pull of the trigger, now bite.
Oh young fools, don´t cry...

Not anymore, don´t cry boy
Not anymore, don´t cry boy
Not anymore, don´t cry boy
When your sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife, Oh no.

Don´t cry boy.
Not anymore, don´t cry boy
Not anymore, don´t cry boy
When your sick to the stomach
Just pull out the knife, Oh no.