Letra de Tools of the tirade

I´ve got two eyes. They spy every lie you hide between those lines.
I´ve got two ears. They hear every cry you drown out with that noise.
I´ve got 2 arms, two hands... and I clap to the rhythm.
I´ve got two legs, two feet, and you know we were born to run.
And now I´m running, we´re running out of time...
You and I, we were always meant to die young.
Alive, you and I were born to run.
You know I won´t go out without (without a fight)
while we´re alive, but you and I, we were always meant to die young.
I´ve got one heart? it starts racing to the music? don´t know when to stop.
I´ve got 10 fingers wrapped in two fists and I´m pounding on your door.
And I´ll break it down if you won´t let me in.
You and I, we were always meant to die young.
Alive, you and I were born to run.
You know I won´t go out without (without a fight)
while we´re alive, but you and I, we were always meant to die young.