1.Urban Light
Johnny grew up in a working class time, raised by his mother and
they never had a dime the life of a child and the mind of man,
and the kids at school, he had to take a stand! his fathers not
around, his mom worked 9-5, a latch key kid at best, the kids
trying to survive, his mother tried her best to give em' what
she could the child support once a month nearly paid for food,
one thing to remember that his father once said, if your gonna
do it, do it right and make a friend, your friends will always
be there, you now I never will the father figure gap that your
friends will have to fill johnny's teenage years, going to the
high school dance, he's drinking beer and starting fights and
finding true romance, one thing to remember johnny boy would
never hide, he's walking tall and having fun, his friends will
still reside!
2.Honor You
This one is to dedicate, maybe a little more, to generation,
family tales, to all the dogs of war not just too appreciate all
the men that died, but all the ones who made it back, to all the
men survived, we'll honor you! the ones who started families,
our loved ones and our friends, our grandfathers and fathers
that fought to the bitter end! I'll shake your hand and honor
you, respect the life you led, remember all your stories and the
wise words that you've said, We'll honor you!
3.Cutthroat
作詞：R. Trower
So long to our town
You're not welcome back
We gave too many chances
And you stabbed us in the back
We gave you all our trust
And you left your mark in flesh
You might as well spit in my face
Or kick me in the chest
Burned one too many bridges
Hit one to many skirts
You cheated on your lonely wife
Your name's dragged through the dirt
You're the weakest link to honesty
I think we've ever seen
The blackest heart, the weakest soul
That will ever be
So cutthroat, from us to you
You lost a lot of friends
Don't show your face, don't come around
You're a liar, it's the end
Burned one too many bridges
Hit one to many skirts
You cheated on your lonely wife
Your name's dragged through the dirt
We gave you all our trust
And you left your mark in flesh
You might as well spit in my face
Or kick me in the chest
Burned one too many bridges
Hit one to many skirts
You cheated on your lonely wife
Your name's dragged through the dirt
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