I'm alone The son of tears Thought I was free but I wasted All these years The rancor Won’t fit ya So now I wait for the phone call To come get ya
I pull up You crawl out Of a window in the basement of Your parent’s house A new song It’s unsung Now there’s some dust and a rectangle Where my picture hung
I won’t fight it I won’t fight it I won’t I won’t fight it I won’t
A sharp tongue It’s obvious Now there’s a room in a hospital Where your body is The b-bridge I walk to it If there’s a crowd waiting for me there I’ll break through it
