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