Original lyrics

EN

Wakin' up to the end of a fight Shedding off the skin of an endless night I'll watch the sun rise between the hills but I'll know That we'll never be the same--all this death was in vain Children of a lesser god Children of a lesser god Children of a lesser god Children of a lesser god Cock it back to the stock, yeah, load us in the car Stockin' up on knives and glocks cause we couldn't get that far Waste your life's ambition on this end of day Waste our lives just wishing and trying to get paid See you can't have my brains All those stupid questions, yeah, they're driving me insane Meet me on the roof tonight We're going out for that final fight There's not a place on this world that's going to feel right Need a drink or a smoke maybe girl or a joke You know I love you all but I guess it's time to go We'll take 'em to the streets, we'll take 'em like they're JFK We're wasting our lives just trying to get paid End of days End of days End of days