Lyrics
Tell me how many men are done
Tell me just how they were gone
What hides all the pain that is shown
No one can't complain when alone
I know you don't care
You don't want to have
Any time to spare
With what won't bring you a good fare
The shadow of someone
It won't inspire you to come
From inside of your bubble
Cos what matters is the hustle
And I know you can see
But never understand
Cos nothing is worth more
Than the death of good men
Good men