I've got a stangle hold on this decision
All those opposed can rot in hell
Any day now, the words will form a sentence
You'll be reduced to nothingness

I've got a stangle hold on this decision
All those opposed can rot in hell

Wading through this mess together
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder
Some may stumble, some may fall behind

Well it's high time we step outside
Drop the gloves and settle this like a man
We might stall and hem and haw
We might not fight but we won't walk away
No we won't walk away

Wading through this mess together
Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder
Some may stumble, some may fall behind