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Feeling like a fist full of fiery fury

waiting for the rain to come down and cure me

different day its the same old story

theres 5 pounds of pain for every gram of glory

sometimes I wonder when its all gonna end

but then I wake up in the morning and do it all again

can't stand strangers but I can't trust my friends

yeah sometimes I wonder how its all gonna end



17 years old I was bold, but never cold

because the only road I ever really rolled

was just part of a bridge which was rapidly burning

I used to drink Cheval 1972

I heard it was a sure cure for those renegade blues

I must admit it really got my head turning



Feeling like a fist full of fiery fury

waiting for the rain to come down and cure me

different day its the same old story

theres 5 pounds of pain for every gram of glory

sometimes I wonder when its all gonna end

but then I wake up in the morning and do it all again

can't stand strangers but I can't trust my friends

yeah sometimes I wonder how its all gonna end



21 years young, how much fun

they tell me that my life has really just begun

so how come it feels like its already over

but in my typical style I just take it with a smile

but after a while I start feeling like a child

with the weight of the world resting on his shoulder



Feeling like a fist full of fiery fury

waiting for the rain to come down and cure me

different day its the same old story

theres 5 pounds of pain for every gram of glory

sometimes I wonder when its all gonna end

but then I wake up in the morning and do it all again

can't stand strangers but I can't trust my friends

yeah sometimes I wonder how its all gonna end