Tell us what all your training was for
If you're just gonna walk on out the door
Tell us what all your training was for
Leave this battle just to start a war
Tell us what all your training was for
If you're just gonna walk on out the door
Tell us what all your training was for
I told you before
Come do a crime
You say you're not a coward
But that's fear in your eyes
If you're just gonna walk on out the door
You got your knife hands
I got my gun
Remember your training
So we can have fun
Well first you get a girlfriend
Then you double up your age
You're twenty-two on forty-four
Your life's now in a cage
But I recall a time
When you were feeling blue
You'd count on me to call you up
I'd tell you what to do:
Remember your training, balance the weight
Of the pressure of the day with the relief of the night
So take off your boots you're getting mud up on my couch
Like Rick James, you used to super freak us out
But you felt drained too soon
What happened to the training you once knew?
We took those classes side-by-side
Now you're just rolling your eyes
I feel drained like you
I've got some growing old to do
Would you train me just like I trained you?
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