Giving Up the Fight

I wish my heart would burn

I wish it up in flames

I'm giving up the fight, my Lord

Man come to take me away

I'm letting go my bike

I laid it down the front lawn

I'm driving now, this ride from hell

You can hear me going but I'm already gone

My pocket knife, my lucky charm

One pebble black and smooth and worn

My checkerboard shoes, my basketball

Was just a child, that's all

I wish my heart would burn

I wish it up in flames

I'm giving up the fight, my Lord

When it calls, he whispers my name

I'm letting go my room, Mom

You can give it to my brother

All my stickers and my records

I got sickness in my blood

And it's rocking me so hard

I won't need to bring along my stereo

We got girls, we got women

We got rye, we got wine

We got music on a movie

Make you shake your behind

We got red, we got yellow

We got tiny little white

Gonna lift me up and let me go

I'm flying, yes I oh

I wish my heart would burn

I wish it up in flames

I'm giving up the fight, my Lord

I'm the man in the suit

I'm the man

I'm the man in the suit

I'm the man in the suit

I'm the man

I'm the man in the suit, yes I am