Letra da Música Hell Comes Home de Waysted

Beware of model citizens
Somebody's gonna take a fall
End of the line for killing time
No more backing up against the wall

Desperation in the land of plenty
Somebody has forced their hand
Brought down one time too many
They're on the streets to make a stand

Coming full circle and round it goes
Where it's gonna stop nobody knows

Hard times in the city of lights
When the innocent ones put up a fight
Hard times when there's nothing to lose
Anybody could be paying dues
Cut and run
When hell comes home
Cut and run
When hell comes home

Moving up for the big one
Got a jump on the competition
Carrying a hand gun
Big surprise for the opposition

No judge, no jury
No time for idle hands
Just a six-gun fury
Justice is the hostage of the modern man

Caught up in the heartbeat of a modern age
No time for understanding
There's only rage

Hard times in the city of lights
When the innocent ones put up a fight
Hard times when there's nothing to lose
Anybody could be paying dues
Cut and run
When hell comes home
Cut and run
When hell comes home