Right your wrongs, empty your lungs You got shit, shit out of luck Were you expecting glory regailing stories about the pretty girls you've fucked It's no cause for alarm, We're just falling apart and that's all right So lock your doors and ask yourself what you're whining for You've got four walls and a bed So everything you hoped I'ld say is a mystery to me You've got four walls and a bed So deal with it You've got a plate glass chin, a shit eating grin so by all means spit and bleed We could just piss and moan till we're drunk and lonely sleep, consume, repeat But come on, be real! Be a fool but be my friend Do you need to get away?