Doors wide open Tour in the mind, I'm sure to die coping With shit that don't matter If I'm here for the latter, I fear I can't flatter myself With shit I don't add up I batter my, ('nother one), batter up Striking out, baby you bad enough Maybe she sad enough, show me her battlecry I was too 'fraid to fraternize Have to live halfway you have to die Laughing my last days, she bat her eyes Lacking the havoc is not an option I like the problems I like the autumn, she love the spring But I cannot sing bout no pretty things I cannot think bout the cool breezes Sure as the air in my city stings What if I make it? What if I don't? What if all of these tracks I made go up in smoke? If I make it Who will I be? Can my granddaddy be proud looking down On Me? What if I make it? (WHAT IF I MAKE IT?) What if I don't? (WHAT IF I DON'T?) What if all of these tracks I made go up in smoke? (SMOKE) If I make it (IF I MAKE IT) Who will I be? (WHO WILL I BE?) Can my granddaddy be proud looking down On Me? (LOOKING) DOWN ON ME Down On Me Down On Me Down On Me Looking down On Me Down On Me Down On Me Down On Me, please Don't frown on me