Ambrosia

(Drummond - Pack - Puerta - Bernstein)
Home life, seems youre gettin
Mad n nothins gettin done
Old ties, that held you back
Have got you on the run
Its do or die, its time to fly
Tearin up all the old news
Put down the trash we used to take
Now, well leave it for the next
Fool to go, hope you know, it was almost real
Dont need no one
Cause I got my own
I dont need nothin at all
Nothins gonna change the world
No handouts from your kind
Oh my, its time we found a way to
Turn our heads around
No time, before they put our bodies underground
All right, okay, were gonna pay
Blown-out, my brains are blistered
No doubt, its been two-fisted fate
Now Im border-linin straight from this show
To some hole where well lay real low...
Make my own world
Im on my own and I dont need that world at all
Runnin from an angry crowd
No escape from your kind
Ice age, the wind is chilly
And the sun is almost gone
Mad race, is growin cold and your lifes gettin on
No time to stop, your numbers up
Make my own world
Im on my own and I dont need that world at all
Runnin from an angry crowd
No escape from your kind
[ Ice Age Lyrics ]