I ain't gonna die tonight

You can't kill me, not my spirit

History is ours tonight

The people are chanting, can't you hear it?

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh



[Verse 1: Macklemore]

Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight

Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights

They gonna learn from me, this is our church to be

Life of a champion, ugh, so Freddy Mercury

Sneaking into Hov concerts in nosebleeds

The Hov bein' like woah

Yeah, independant, keep killing these people and don't sleep

Even the pigeon toed still standing on both feet, you know

It's obvious who's night this is

Grandparent's immigrants, couple Irish kids

Victory in my grass, gotta fight for this

The streets are ours this evening, going undefeated

I roll the dice against the staircase, uh huh

Steak season, gotta marinate, uh huh

If I happen to die tonight, put my spirit in the stars

Bury me in the grave and carve "the history was ours"

Said I



[Chorus: Eric Nally]

I ain't gonna die tonight

You can't kill me, not my spirit

History is ours tonight

The people are chanting, can't you hear it?

Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh