In the end of time
There was a man who knew the road
And the writing was written on stone

In the ancient times
An artist led the way
But no one seemed to understand

In his heart he knew
The artist must be true
But the legend of the rent was way past due

Well you think youll be just fine
Without me but you're mine
You think you can kick me out of the band

Well theres just one problem there
The band is mine
How can you kick me out of what is mine

Cause youre not hard-core (no youre not hard-core)
Unless you live hard-core (unless you live hard-core)
And the legend of the rent was way hard-core.