Why do we need this
Who was it that said
that great things
come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
Well there's nothing here
but a wasteland
But I can still see
The graves
of the dead
But it's useless
Most of us
would rather sit
than to see
this wound
that we have created
Let's not last the night
Let's not last the night
I'm sick
and I'm tired
of always being
the good guy
I'm sick
and I'm tired
of always being
the good guy
We're senseless
I'm not sure why
I'm not going to pretend
that I know all the answers
or all of the questions
It's got to be good
for something
so we'll chalk this up
And we'll mount
the dead
on the fireplace
right above
right above
our gilded heads
On our gilded heads
I'm sick
and I'm tired
of always being
the good guy
I'm sick
and I'm tired
of always being
the good guy
Like sitting in the back seat
It's all the rage
And boring me with your body
It's all the rage
How many times
can I say I'm sorry
It's all—
And I really mean it
I really mean it
I really mean it
I really mean it
Like sitting in the back seat
It's all the rage
And boring me with your body
It's all the rage
How many times
can I say I'm sorry
It's all—
I really mean it
I really mean it
I really mean it
I really mean it
I really mean it
Go
Why do we need this
Who was it that said
that great things
come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
Well there's nothing here
but a wasteland
There's nothing here