It's time to collect the bones We don't mind because we can't go home We choke on our shooting stars But can't quit because we've come this far We can't quit because we've come too far
A handful of apple cores A mouthful of razor blades We're always on the hunt with definitions of things And whatever else it takes to waste away
There's nothing but holes in you And that's why I can see straight through And all of your miseries Ain't worth much because you left them to me Ain't worth much because you left them for me
One of these days you'll string me up (ba dum) Throw me to the wolves My time is almost up (ba dum) The hourglass is full And I think the wolves are saying grace
They cut me up But I feel all right They chopped me up But I feel all right They strung me up (You get what you paid for) But I feel all right They roped me up (You get what you paid for) But I feel all right They chopped me up (Yeah, you get what you paid for) But I feel all right They cut me up (You get what you paid for) But I feel
If I can't find a place to lay Then I'll save you for another day And if you're a mystery Well, don't fret because that's okay by me And we'll all die in stereo And I'll probably be the first to go And if I'm a martyr then That's fine 'cause you can borrow my sins And that's fine 'cause you can borrow my sins