I'll be sitting on the left side, you'll be sitting on the right Dying to share our problems, make everything alright Then I see a darkness, you see the blinding light Will Oldham's in the corner moaning "Can't you write your own lines"
If we don't know where we belong It'll make no difference from where we started Look out kid because here it comes You're not the lucky ones
There's a dozen corpses on the left side, I swear one's smiling at me Compliments on your confessions baby, wow you really showed me You think that you're full of conviction, really you're just trying to survive Tie them up then spit them out it's good to help the boy shine
If we don't know where we belong It'll make no difference from where we started Look out kid because here it comes You're not the lucky ones