We were out of our minds, in over our heads;
Two fools rushed in blind, two lovers leapt over the ledge.
But what are we worth when push comes to kill?

I'll go on the record as stating: I'll die on this hill.

This is my battle march,

This is my Alamo,
This is my last remark:
I will never let go.


Wild as it seems, we all live to see
The vows that we break outnumber the ones that we keep,

Though we never intend to give up or give in;
So now and tonight I'll make up my mind,
And tomorrow I'll do it again.


This is my mission bell,
This is my holy war;

This is the breeding ground,
This is the threshing floor.


This is my battle march,
This is my Alamo;
This is my last remark:

I will never let go.

I will never let go,

I will never let go?
This is my last remark.


This is my last remark:
I will never let go.