I’ve seen trouble and I know it’s coming.
Bad advice is stacking up against my door,
just like before.
Can’t even hope it’s the end of the world—
I’ve never had that kind of luck.
I know, it’s just the status quo.
Falling down may be no big deal,
but you get up just to fall back down again,
multiplied by ten.
And every time you think you’re winning,
something else gonna come and shut you down,
and run you out of town.
Must be voodoo, must be creatures of darkness,
but I’m still hanging, I’m still hanging on.
By the tips of my fingers, by a thread and a song,
I’m still hanging, I’m still hanging on. Yeah.
I’ve seen trouble and I know it’s coming.
Day will turn to darkness that destroys,
and fills my ears with noise.
But I am strong, strong as a tower.
I remain when others fall apart,
so bring it on, let’s start.
Must be voodoo, must be creatures of darkness,
but I’m still hanging, I’m still hanging on.
By the tips of my fingers, by a thread and a song,
I’m still hanging, I’m still hanging on. Yeah.
