Why do we need this
Who was it that said great things come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
There´s nothing here but a wasteland
And I can still see the graves of the dead
But it´s useless
Most of us would rather sit
Than see this wound
That we have created
Lets not last the night
I´m sick and I´m tired of always being the good guy
Senseless and I´m not sure why
I´m not going to pretend that I know all the answers
Or all of the questions
Its got to be good for something
So we´ll chalk this and we´ll mount the dead
On the fireplace above right above our guilded heads
I´m sick and I´m tired of always being the good guy
Like sitting in the back seat
And boring me with your body
How many times can I say I´m sorry
And really mean it