Fortune کے بول

And nothing seems to matter When I'm on your side I'm breaking my back Then you lost your pride And if it all gets too much There's things you can do To end it all now Or see it all through And give me no words There's things to be said To escape with a fortune Your blood will be spared And wisdom is your virtue I hear them all scream Led away to their own fates And I believe in your dreams Poor people on the issue Come fight for what's right Go take what's yours On the day of your voice I need you, oh And the ? ghastly tomes? ...? Me and a friend ...? moon Just me and a friend And they got us books? now Or else we're never gonna get out of here