Beat the Odds

Old Johnny never walked the path that they tread
 He'd rather die alone than living a slave
 The clock's ticking for this poor undeserving
 And still, he's not afraid of the hangmen
 Nailed down, force fed
 He's shouting out but there's no one to care
 Harsh living at the end of a shotgun
 A vile portrait of a loathing aggrieved son
 NO WAY, NO WAY
 There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
 NO WAY, NO WAY
 There's no way he's gonna fit in this cage
 "He's coming out through the swing door
 He doesn't give a fuck no more" (MLIW)
 NO WAY, NO WAY
 There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
 The mob just brings on its own demise
 Left with no other choice, he foresees the need to
 rebuild and set this whole place on fire
 "Burn it all away!
 Born free to feed up the gentry?
 Burn it all away!
 Resolved to never serve their callous intent!"NO WAY, NO WAY
 There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
 NO WAY, NO WAY
 There's no way he's gonna fit in this cage
 "He's coming out through the swing door
 He doesn't give a fuck no more"
 NO WAY, NO WAY
 There's no way he's gonna fit in this place
 He walks alone as a better man
 Head high and free from every lies.
 They'll never break down the truth he desperately seeks
 And bring him back to the agony... back to the suffering... back to the start.