What the hell is your name And can you explain this mess? It seems you're playing a game Where you only know how to take out the best.
Cause, if assholes could fly, this place would be busier than O'Hare. There's proof in the sky, it's as thick as our skulls, yet it's thinner than air.
I have something to say If the chip on your shoulder should fall to your chest. Get it off right away, Cause if you don't, then it won't be in peace that you rest. It's just a matter of time That we all go away to a better place I'm told It all sounds well and fine But without you around, I feel nothing but cold.
And I now have nothing But your heartbeat in my head And a photograph of my traveling friend.
And I became nothing when I found out you were dead, When I found out I'd never see you again.
And all the time they took talking in circles To get them off the hook would take miracle workers. We're nowhere near prepared, there's no way of knowing Why don't they just admit they're scared? Cause it's already showing.