Walk all the Days Songtext
von Black 47

I never think it
Would end up this way
As I lay on the ground
I silently prayed
For God′s intervention
My soul to save
Who the hell is the saint of lost causes?

Could see by the eyes
My time it wasn't long
Reporters inquired why my vest wasn′t on
My partner was crying
For me to stay strong
The sirens seemed to grow quieter

Walk all the days
Just to stagger at night
A pension at twenty
If all goes a-right
To the junkies, the yuppies, (...), and the whores
I bid you a (...) of (...)


It seemed that the shooter
Was barely fifteen
Already, his life had been stripped of all dreams
The crack, and the gats
Make for one hectic scene
Life's never seemed any cheaper

I'll always remember
The words that he said
Over and over, they ring though my head
"Go ahead, shoot me! I′m already dead!"
I see there′s more than one (...)

Walk all the days
Just to stagger at night
A pension at twenty
If all goes a-right
To the junkies, them yuppies, (...), and the whores
I bid you a (...) of (...)

On the day of the funeral
They all would be there
The TV, the papers, that scumbag, the mayor
They'll tell all your family
Their grief be shared
Next week, you′re going to be forgotten


To my friends, I say
Goin' out for a drink
"Don′t give a fuck
What the hypocrites think!"
(...) up to the bar
Your glasses all click
A toast to your (...) brother

Walk all the days
Just to stagger at night
A pension at twenty
If all goes a-right
To the junkies, the yuppies, (...), and the whores
I bid you a (...) of (...)

Walk all the days
Just to stagger at night
A pension at twenty
If all goes a-right
To the junkies, them yuppies, (...), and the whores
I bid you a (...) of (...)

Police (...)
Fighting the nation
With their, (...)

Police (...)
Scaring the nation
With their, (...)
Fighting the nation
With their, (...)
Scaring the nation
With their, (...)

Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Nobody move, nobody get hurt

Fighting the nation
With their, (...)
Scaring the nation
With their, (...)