The Cold Wind Blazing Through My Roof Top,
While I Roam Inside My Thought.
I Can Hear The Choir Playing At My Church,
But I Don't Believe In Religion As Such.
I Do Ponder About My Past,
How Did All The Things Change So Fast ?.
I Am In A Trance Living My Life,
Sometimes I Think I should End It With A Knife
I Say I'm Still Flying High,
And You Wonder Why ?.
Coz It's The Four Two O Brother And That's Why.
