Old wounds

Yeah!
Let's go!


The bar mirror’s cracked, but I see it clear
Hey barman, pour another, get your ass over here
That crooked line above my right eye
Ain't just a scar, it’s a reason why
Back in ninety-eight, that dirty backstreet
We didn’t want fame, we just wouldn’t retreat
Teeth on the asphalt, taste of rust in my mouth
That’s when I knew I would never head south!
I’d never run!


Years fly by like empty glasses at the wall
Some turned to rats, some wanted it all
But the skin remembers every blade and every fight
You can’t change us, we own the night!

Припев
Old wounds! They don’t ache in the rain!
Old wounds! You carry the pain!
It’s our memory, it’s our brand!
We learned to strike and we learned to stand!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
Old wounds never lie!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
Until the day we die!


Look at these hands — knuckles smashed to bits
Cheers to the ones who never called it quits
Who didn’t sell out for a trendy new rag
Who didn’t lick boots for a corporate tag
My city is strange, full of neon and gloss
But in the dark alleys, we show who’s the boss
Back hurts like hell? Well, that’s the price of the truth
We’re old dogs now, but we’re guarding the booth!

Припев
Old wounds! They don’t ache in the rain!
Old wounds! You carry the pain!
It’s our memory, it’s our brand!
We learned to strike and we learned to stand!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
Old wounds never lie!
Woah-oh-oh-oh!
Until the day we die!




They say: "Forget it, that was long ago"
They say: "You look like shit, you know?"
But I look in the glass and I see the steel
I don’t regret a thing, that’s just how I feel.


No regrets!
No regrets!
Old wounds!
Oi!