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