Fiction Reform Whites In Their Eyes
I was dealt a hand of fools gold
Led to believe that the world was made for desecration
I've been told the spirits all surround me
How come they never seem to grant me my payday
See the whites in their eyes
Don't shoot till you see the whites in their eyes
Whites in their eyes
Haste is wasted more than two pence
I walk the narrow path of discipline and perseverance
If what I want is truly written
I must not jump the gun, I'll stand my ground and hold my fire
Till I see the whites in their eyes
Don't shoot till you see the whites in their eyes
Whites in their eyes
