Funny how the good half live, yeah
Funny how they really live
Drag you down and pull you in, and
Tell you nice you'll never win
Pretty good at letting go, it's the
Only place you'll ever go
Prison doors sound like wedding bells, as you
Ask for change at the wishing well
I don't like this place
I don't like what it's become
You can hide your face
You can always hide your steel
Shot down
Spun round
Strung out
Still around, somehow
In the human race,
there's a space for everyone
You can save yourself,
you can always kill your sons
Shot down
Spun round
Strung out
Still around, somehow