Bold with fire (french quarter)

I won't pay no mind
To the rhythm or the time
To all the hints and all the signs
No I won't pay no mind

I won't lend a hand
To a woman or a man
Doesn't matter if I can
No I won't lend a hand

I stay just to run and
I run for my life
I must dig those graves if
I want to stay alive

My arms are so weak
And my legs are so tired
But my hands feel the heat
Of my blood, bold with fire

I won't take no sides
Never argue or abide
Or vacillate and compromise
No I won't take no sides

I stay just to run and
I run for my life
I must dig those graves if
I want to stay alive