Man in the Area

I still hear the crowd in my dreams when I'm sleeping

I can taste the dust like the whiskey I'm drinkin'

I can smell the blood like a rose in my garden

Watch the flowers grow on the graves of the pardoned

You don't know what danger is

Cause I got nothin' left but blood and skin

You thought the devil was your friend

I'm not your friend

I'm the man in the arena

 It's easy bein' strong behind the walls of your palace

You think you got the fire but your words are just ashes

But we ain't got not water so let that motherfucker burn!

Talk is cheap so step up for your turn

You've never tasted blood but think you're strong enough to take me

Another critic singin' in the cage of your safety

But I don't feel alive until I step up to the edge

And gaze into the pretty eyes of death

I'm your man in the arena

Just a man in the arena

Here's your man in the arena

I'm the man in the arena