Every time that I
turn around I just hear the same old thing.
Jerks are trying to
ride my back to the place I could begin.
Storm the castle (rounding
assholes)
Burn the castle,
Burn the bridges
Down to the ground.
Take no prisoners.
We’re just visitors.
We don’t care a-
Bout anything.
Again we move along
to the place where our minds are suited best.
Dancing rather than
force our way to the top of all the rest.
Give me some room.
Let me help you
Catch the captain.
Licking the blood.
It’s so easy.
We can breathe free.
Storm together
On top of it all.
That’s the way we
Modern Dukes will think.
It’s every man here
for himself.
For himself
[repeat]
For himself
For himself
For himself
For himself