This story starts out spray painted on a wall 

Its been there for decades 

As the cigarette burns the world still turns 

While the vodka numbs the pain 



And everyone's got a sob story 

And the sigh is always the same 

When you turn out the pockets of your dirty jeans 

And find two bucks to your name 

And everyone's got somewhere to go 

And got somethin' to do 

I watch you millin' around all over this town 

While i kick a stone or two 



These six strings can be bullets if ya got something to say 

And if ya make a living off of telling them off 

Then I'd say you won the game 

Well just about four years ago there was no one to be found 

Now theres anger in four hundred eyes and fresh boots on the ground 



Now this story ends spray painted on a wall 

Its still there to this day 

You pass it on your way to work 

As the paint it starts to fade 

No one is givin' nothin' there ain't one damn thing for free 

So spring to life like a switchblade knife, its time they started to bleed 

Another story, out with the old, in with the new, hope and glory