His head hangs low
Seems like his heart is cold
Never got no aid
In a wasted daze
His head hangs low
They say it's the life he chose
Burning up his lungs in smoke
He wants death not life
So he won't fight
His head hangs low
They say he's bound to fold
On his knees in burning coals
And he will never reach his goals
Because he sold his soul
His head hangs low
And he's done everything he's told
But now the games are getting old
But now he's on his own
His head hangs low
His head hangs low
Seems like his heart is cold
Never got no aid
In a wasted daze
His head hangs low
They say it's the life he chose
Burning up his lungs in smoke
He wants death not life
So he won't fight
His head hangs low
They say he's bound to fold
On his knees in burning coals
And he will never reach his goals
Because he sold his soul
His head hangs low
And he's done everything he's told
But now the games are getting old
But now he's on his own
His head hangs low