[ Featuring the Lonely Girls ]
It broke out with aggression
On a Monday afternoon
In a state of deep depression
He was no longer their buffoon
A new old altercation
He would take no more abuse
They prepare for the ovation
I find it hard to walk in his shoes
They were ready to take applause
The time had come to change the laws
When they thought the spirit was broken
Here's a truth that needed to be spoken
Feeling it, killing it, winning it, one more hit
No, don't let it go. It's time to end the show
Don't lie low!
When you live in isolation
You're the one they will accuse
They're just seeking adoration
And all their powers they'll misuse
A form of self-expression
Don't confuse it with a' excuse
There's no crime, no confession
If you lose you'll get a bruise
And the fool he took a stand
He went to bite that brutal hand
From the ground, the dark horse did rise
Without a glimpse of fear in his eyes
Feeling it, killing it, winning it, one more hit
No, don't let it go. It's time to end the show
Feeling it, killing it, winning it, one more hit
To that final blow. Overthrow your foe
They were ready to take applause
The time had come to change the laws
From the ground, the dark horse did rise
Without a glimpse of fear in his eyes
Feeling it, killing it, winning it, one more hit
No, don't let it go. It's time to end the show
Feeling it, killing it, winning it, one more hit
To that final blow. Overthrow your foe
Now you know... And now they know
They'll pay what they owe!
