You're tied to the mast over boiling seas
Trying to avoid your own personal catastrophe
The lucky number seven seldom comes in threes
And clinging on to false hope is a self-defeating prophecy
Now don't you cry when they look you in the eye
The people here are moving to a different song
Hurry back fast before you find that you just don't belong
Find that you just don't belong
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
You back is broken and your hands are worn
Your spoil's been plundered and your banner's all torn
Your betters and your lessers see you only with scorn
And the whispers in your ear make you wish you were never born
You're going out of your mind now your fear you've been left behind
You're travelling new ground in a private hell
Asking for directions out, but you know they'll never tell
But you know they'll never tell
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Now take a step back, my friend
And let your wounds get back on the mend
No longer will you have to pretend
That your means are justified by the end
Lest you see that after all you have done
There are still not battles left to be won
And you'll find that before you've begun
You're dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Filthy Militia - Storm Warning Lyrics
Filthy Militia - Storm Warning Lyrics
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You're tied to the mast over boiling seas
Trying to avoid your own personal catastrophe
The lucky number seven seldom comes in threes
And clinging on to false hope is a self-defeating prophecy
Now don't you cry when they look you in the eye
The people here are moving to a different song
Hurry back fast before you find that you just don't belong
Find that you just don't belong
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
You back is broken and your hands are worn
Your spoil's been plundered and your banner's all torn
Your betters and your lessers see you only with scorn
And the whispers in your ear make you wish you were never born
You're going out of your mind now your fear you've been left behind
You're travelling new ground in a private hell
Asking for directions out, but you know they'll never tell
But you know they'll never tell
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Now take a step back, my friend
And let your wounds get back on the mend
No longer will you have to pretend
That your means are justified by the end
Lest you see that after all you have done
There are still not battles left to be won
And you'll find that before you've begun
You're dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Trying to avoid your own personal catastrophe
The lucky number seven seldom comes in threes
And clinging on to false hope is a self-defeating prophecy
Now don't you cry when they look you in the eye
The people here are moving to a different song
Hurry back fast before you find that you just don't belong
Find that you just don't belong
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
You back is broken and your hands are worn
Your spoil's been plundered and your banner's all torn
Your betters and your lessers see you only with scorn
And the whispers in your ear make you wish you were never born
You're going out of your mind now your fear you've been left behind
You're travelling new ground in a private hell
Asking for directions out, but you know they'll never tell
But you know they'll never tell
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Now take a step back, my friend
And let your wounds get back on the mend
No longer will you have to pretend
That your means are justified by the end
Lest you see that after all you have done
There are still not battles left to be won
And you'll find that before you've begun
You're dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Dying on the ground 'neath the burning sun
Oooooh
Oooooh
Oooooh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Why live your life so precariously
Clinging to the edge while yearning to be free?
Better get a grip, it's a long way down
Woah-ay-oh
Never cross the river with a leap of faith
What have to gain from your hustle and your haste
The odds are always better second time around
Woah-ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Ay-oh
Writer: Filthy Militia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid