do you know whats worth fighting for
when its somthing you wouldn't die for?
we are the devils rejects, the damned, and the lost,
after this night in the heat and hate it is our souls that will cost
for some will never recover
but some of us are still here in hell
in our beds with the fake cards that say get well
i know that all but three mean it
for St. Adams pain is for all to bear it

The Uniforms On the dead soliders are torn
but even still we aren't at half mast
for after all we are americas outcasts
I'm Sick of All This Pain
But now i relise both Red and Blue are the same
Shes Standing over My bed
With tears that are full of dread
but she knows that we come from the City of the Dead

If theres One Thing i recover From the Fire
please let it be the love love for you
for my heir is what my children choose
the new war will start but be warned there is only one Adam
Sir William and Lady Erin, they will remember me as a father
when i was thinking of them the building was getting hotter

(Ending x2)

Demolition
Revalution
Its the War Of the Century
So sing me a serenade
There hopes are getting higher
Its their Desire
To Be a Saint,
Who will prevail