I ain't gonna die tonight
You can't kill me, not my spirit
History is ours tonight
The people are chanting, can't you hear it?
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh
[Verse 1: Macklemore]
Open up the doors on 'em, we playing tonight
Bring on the marching band and turn on the stadium lights
They gonna learn from me, this is our church to be
Life of a champion, ugh, so Freddy Mercury
Sneaking into Hov concerts in nosebleeds
The Hov bein' like woah
Yeah, independant, keep killing these people and don't sleep
Even the pigeon toed still standing on both feet, you know
It's obvious who's night this is
Grandparent's immigrants, couple Irish kids
Victory in my grass, gotta fight for this
The streets are ours this evening, going undefeated
I roll the dice against the staircase, uh huh
Steak season, gotta marinate, uh huh
If I happen to die tonight, put my spirit in the stars
Bury me in the grave and carve "the history was ours"
Said I
[Chorus: Eric Nally]
I ain't gonna die tonight
You can't kill me, not my spirit
History is ours tonight
The people are chanting, can't you hear it?
Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh