Texty: Rain On The Parade. Body Bag. Jerry's Kid.

Without the crew it'd just be you.
And that doesn't cut it, now does it?
You can't stand on your own.
Well, it's my life and I'll be damned
If I don't call the shots!
I love my friends dearly
But they'll never be my fucking crutch!
Come out from behind your walls
And stand or fall on your fucking own!