Sun comes up on the old neighborhood
Spray-painted bricks and dead firewood
Well i don't know where i'm gonna be next

I don't care where i'm gonna be

Next time if you think of it

You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another

Sound of fear

Some people like to call me chuck

It's charles and you are %#@! outta' luck
If you think you know what happens next
You think you know what happens


Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as

The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear


Sun goes down on the old neighborhood
Dark, damp the stop where i once stood

I don't know where the bus stops next
And i don't care where the bus stops


Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down

But never made another
Sound of fear


The sound of fear
I can't hear
The sound of fear