I Like People To Just Bring It

It's A Rite Of Passage For The Everyman, To A Higher Ground.

The Years Rolled Slowly Past And I Found Myself Alone. Surrounded By Strangers I Thought Were My Friends, I Found Myself Further And Further From My Home.

To A Brighter Light, To A Promised Land, You Can Feel The Power, Of The Master's Hand.

Every Now And Then You'll Nail One That's Really, Really Special. And That's What You Live For.

I Wish I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Fell And Blamed Someone Else. I'd Give A Ton Of Money To The Ones I've Hurt.