C / G7 / D
Beat My Mother In the days to come What shall we make Of the things we take Once we've won At coming undone What will it take For us not to break Once we beat Mother Nature How can we be sure It's not our own defeat? Once we tie the knot With Lucifer Selling our souls At the crossroads How will we deliver Our tolls At the crossroads? You think it can't happen? Why not? We decided to begin Then, journeyed far So, why do you find it bizarre That we've come to an impasse On how to oppose Taking the road to hell And, by not choosing to carry on To heaven Well... We've chosen the road to hell At the crossroads With our heavy loads The weight of the world on our back The strength to live we lack We could not understand the promised land When... It was so easy to take comfort in the devil's den Yeah, we thought it mature to beat-up Mother nature Sure, we thought we could endure But, now having come further We've discovered, "I want my mommy." Silly, it took us so long to see?