When the Smoke Clears
Sick of It All
When the smoke clears, what's left is real
We will survive before the test of time
We're out of step
Stepped out of line
We will survive and never give up
Jilted, out of place
In the game of our own creation
In it from the start, without the credit
But acceptable
When the smoke clears, what's left is real
We will survive and never give up
Jilted, out of place
In the game of our own creation
In it from the start, with the values
For ever in our heart
When the smoke clears, clear the way
When the smoke clears, what's left is real
We will survive the test of time
We're out of step
Stepped out of line
We will survive and never give up