Velvet Revolver - The Last Fight

Time feels like I’ve been back in jail

Like when I was doin’ time or even killed

Spend all night on a bended knee

Just to beg for something to believe

Left home with a pack of clothes

Without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight

No giving no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

Time heals all of the burned out bridges

Filled with nothing more than misery

I wear the mask of the embattled son

Trying to beg for something to believe

I left home with a pack of clothes

Without a family tree

This fight could be the last fight

No giving no winning

One time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

Break the chains of featherweights and giants

With disdain for everlasting liars

They’ll refrain when we spit out the fire

And start living, living, living my friend

This fight could be the last fight

No giving no winning

No time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end the misery

This fight could be the last fight

No giving no winning

no time could be the all the time

Should we decide to end th