You Either Live To Become The Hero, Or Live Long Enough To See Yourself Die Lyrics

Two men

Who wins in the end?

One with the knuckles or the tight-knit hairdo?

One thing, one thing I know for sure

That hair ain't good enough for the limelight

One on the other

Man, push him down

He's got that face down on the ground

He's rippin' and grindin' and messin' him up

All because he stopped him from screwin' his life up

It's never the ones you thought were right

Always the ones who started the fight

Well can't we give it up for the no good good guys?

Three cheers for hurt, at least what it seems like

Poster child of the other side

Plastered on every screen in sight

But no one ever talks mentions of the

Hero of the day

What happens when a man saves a kid off the street?

Does he ever get any kind of love that should be?

No, so take that man and throw him into the deep end of killin' and stealin'

and rapin' and dealin'

And see how he's treated

(The world's not fair)

To those who treat it fair, who gives a care?

(The world's not fair)

And no one really cares about your tight-knit hair

It's never the ones you thought were right

Always the ones who started the fight

Well can't we give it up for the no good good guys?

Three cheers for hurt, at least what it seems like

Poster child of the other side

Plastered on every screen in sight

But no one ever talks mentions of the

Hero of the day

Well when you're walkin' away

And all you do is complain

Maybe ask yourself if you're the root of all the pain

We've got this stigma

A started enigma

And it's all our faults

No turnin' back now

We've given up and we've given in

To this bio-social-cultural sin

They have the power, we gave them the world

What have we done to these psychosocial jerks?

The world ain't fair

(No the world's not fair)

No, the world ain't fair

(No, the world ain't fair)

The world ain't fair

(No the world's not fair)

No, the world's not fair

It's never the ones you thought were right

Always the ones who started the fight

Well can't we give it up for the no good good guys?

Three cheers for hurt, at least what it seems like

Poster child of the other side

Plastered on every screen in sight

But no one ever talks mentions of the

Hero of the day

It's never the ones you thought were right

Always the ones who started the fight

Well can't we give it up for the no good good guys?

Three cheers for hurt, at least what it seems like

Poster child of the other side

Plastered on every screen in sight

But no one ever talks mentions of the

Hero of the day