In the end of time
There was a man who knew the road
And the writing was written on the stone

In the ancient times
An artist led the way
But no one seemed to understand

In his heart he knew
The artist must be true
But the legend of the rent was way past due

Well, you think you'll be just fine
Without me, but you're mine
You think you can kick me out of the band

Well, there's just some problem there:
The band is mine!
How can you kick me out of what is mine?

(Refrão)
You're not hardcore ((No, you're not hardcore))
Unless you live hardcore ((Unless you live hardcore))
But the legend of the rent was way harcore!