Текст песни Hell Comes Home

Beware of model citizens Somebody’s gonna take a fall End of the line for killing time No more backing up against the wall Desperation in the land of plenty Somebody has forced their hand Brought down one time too many They’re on the streets to make a stand Coming full circle and round it goes Where it’s gonna stop nobody knows Hard times in the city of lights When the innocent ones put up a fight Hard times when there’s nothing to lose Anybody could be paying dues Cut and run When hell comes home Cut and run When hell comes home Moving up for the big one Got a jump on the competition Carrying a hand gun Big surprise for the opposition No judge, no jury No time for idle hands Just a six-gun fury Justice is the hostage of the modern man Caught up in the heartbeat of a modern age No time for understanding There’s only rage Hard times in the city of lights When the innocent ones put up a fight Hard times when there’s nothing to lose Anybody could be paying dues Cut and run When hell comes home Cut and run When hell comes home