I believe when your children are born that you are reborn in some fashion.
You can beat on your chest, hell, any monkey can.
Blood moon risin' in a sky of black dust, tell me baby, who do you trust?
Let's raise our glass and let the hammer fly, yeah, this is the long good-bye.
I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin.
For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive