No, no hesitation
No, no things that I've done wrong
You want to know
But do you want to know?

There's one, one wrong desire
One more bullet in my head
I'm breaking, I'm breaking

It takes one small compliment
That could save this boy and the life we spent
But we're writing in his eulogy:
'We didn't know, how could we know?'

No, no conversation
No, no cigarette to start it up again
There's no more room for heroes
No, no they're aleady dead
I'm breaking, I'm breaking

Well I believe that I will be remembered
Well I believe that I will be forgotten by a few
But even if this life is never-ending
We'd get the forks and get the cake
And c'mon, boys, let's celebrate