Number Thirteen

I can brave the cold alone
I'm sleeping on the ground
I hate your golden throne
But want it for my own
I see that I'm the one
Who's breakin us in two
How could this be the end?
 [bad word] ]
You're my, you're my
Number Thirteen
You're my, you're my
Loss of control
You're my, you're my
Everything
You're my, you're my...

Rake our nose across the stone
We're never leaving home
We're headed to the West
Beyone the dying breath
Our boots will scratch and scrape
But we cannot escape [bad word] to our fate
 [bad word] 

I know the fields are burnin'
Blacks out the [bad word] dawn
I hear the God's a-screamin'
The war goes on and on

I can brave the cold alone
I'm sleeping underground
I've made your golden throne
But want it for my own
I see that I'm the one
Who's breakin' us in two
How could this be the end?
 [bad word]