歌词
You made your bed at night and slipped under the covers
To hide from morning light, the harsh sunrise of winter
Brave those brutal streets, then brave that hometown pressure
But don't tell 'em where you've been
And your family they won't stop asking how much cash you make
And your family they won't stop asking "When's that wedding date?"
Sharpening their knives, they'd cut you for a dollar
Then take out your insides to see if they could pawn them
Killing to survive, you know it's in their nature
But I don't think it's in mine
And your family they won't stop asking "Do you need more clothes?"
And your family they won't stop asking "When are you coming home?"
Oh I don't stand a chance
Oh I don't stand a chance, no no
Tigers run this land
We don't stand a chance