Made in Rock

We honed our craft in squalor
Squat on floors, sleeping in cars
For a half hour to holler
In the corner of dive bars
It’s a long way to the top, and we’re used to living low
Killed another crowd tonight and that’s all we have to show
Liars and thieves, snakes in the leaves
Vultures just waiting to bite
Kicked in the head; robbed, left for dead
Without even seeing the fight
Abandoned by some we called brother
Those who all swore to stay true
Spit on your memory and try this again
This time we got nothing to lose
I look out ahead and I see a steep climb
Don’t think twice about scaling the peaks
And we’re willing to die for one shot at the gold
And we’ll chase that damn prize til we’re withered and old
Maybe, baby we can find a way out
Without you
Maybe we can get out of this place
And when we do
Hit the ground at a record pace
Grab the world by it’s throat and spit right in it’s face