Glory

Sometimes I wonder
Where the glory is in inspiration
Brought the tears from the pain
And seperation to death for nation

And I'm just a pile of buddy (?)
Broken hearts really millions
Depends on a paper
Makes me want to turn away
From what I'm fighting for

Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
Whoa
Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
So I think I'll stay outside

Daddy says we've got no chance
And we might as well pack in
And he's gone fromt he thought
He says we lack the heart

And I can't help
But think that it's worth it
To go speak to them
So I step into city moments
To a three-part pardon me (?)

I have no problem with a crowd pleaser
We'll never fucking die!

Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
Whoa
Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
So I think I'll stay outside

Singing
Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
Whoa

Whoa-oh-oh
Yeah
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

So I think I'll stay outside
So I think I'll stay outside