Rookie Of The Year In The NMA 가사

Move on Fresh wounds upon rough scars Like young rain on top of old slush Until my dying day I'm healing pain with pain I am the war-born stubborn dog who lives to bite the leash That will never find peace We all enter home through an exit door Exile is our abode Ink in our minds, henna in our hearts Tony wasn't buried when Mr. Ledger was Paul Rodgers suggests us all That the show must go (go, go, go) on Ink in our minds, henna in our hearts Fresh wounds upon rough scars Like a tornado putting out a fire Until my dying day I'm healing pain with pain I am the war-born stubborn dog who lives to bite the leash That will never find peace We all enter home through an exit door Exile is our abode