Full Tilt
running down the road
laying it on the line;
cause mercy's just a prayer,
and justice is blind
give what you got
more than hope can allow
nothing more important
than right here and now
he's a joker, he's a clown,
he's a fighter, he's a man.
sell his soul to protect you,
got his heart in his hands
wide open, and looking for
a bullet to the head...
when you stand, dont back down
somebody gonna want you dead.
love bleeds, love burns,
it turns you inside out.
takes your pride, shakes your soul,
steals your dreams with doubt.
keep on going, keep believing,
shake the dust from your shoes.
keep on giving, keep doing,
till there's nothing left to lose.
he's a joker, he's a clown,
he's a fighter, he's a man.
sell his soul to protect you,
got his heart in his hands.
wide open and looking for
a bullet to the head...
when you stand, dont back down,
somebody gonna want you dead!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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