We never thought we could ever get old.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.
The song was there before me, before I came along. I just sorta came down and just sorta took it down with a pencil, but it was there before I came around.
How many deaths will it take 'till we know that too many people have died?
I failed to communicate, that's why I chose to leave
I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.