Beat the Odds

Old Johnny never walked the path that they tread He’d rather die alone than living a slave The clock’s ticking for this poor undeserving And still, he’s not afraid of the hangmen Nailed down, force fed He’s shouting out but there’s no one to care Harsh living at the end of a shotgun A vile portrait of a loathing aggrieved son NO WAY, NO WAY There’s no way he’s gonna fit in this place NO WAY, NO WAY There’s no way he’s gonna fit in this cage "He’s coming out through the swing door He doesn’t give a fuck no more" (MLIW) NO WAY, NO WAY There’s no way he’s gonna fit in this place The mob just brings on its own demise Left with no other choice, he foresees the need to Rebuild and set this whole place on fire “Burn it all away! Born free to feed up the gentry ? Burn it all away! Resolved to never serve their callous intent!” NO WAY, NO WAY There’s no way he’s gonna fit in this place NO WAY, NO WAY There’s no way he’s gonna fit in this cage "He’s coming out through the swing door He doesn’t give a fuck no more" (MLIW) NO WAY, NO WAY There’s no way he’s gonna fit in this place He walks alone as a better man Head high and free from every lies They’ll never break down the truth he desperately seeks And bring him back to the agony… back to the suffering… back to the start