I wished away the bloody nose
Covered up the bruises
Sure i have my doubts but fathers so proud

He pats me on the back and sits me down
Says "good boy, you blew them out all by yourself"


The school-yards changing,
(keep you blurry)
The fist-fights samey

(an' headached heads a rolling)
I'm throwing punches
Your drop-drop-dropping again


Put tickets on me
I'll only keep'em to fly us home

The mic rings hollow:
This'll be my year
Check me in

The curtain-calls on walkabouts
Most of us are on the bench
Just itching to get back in


Give us something to write home about
Before i bluff another get-well to myself

Tell mama i'm a dreamer,
And father i'm a sinner
Don't bother with the in betweens


Fell in love with the lazy winners,
Kicking back our teens


Put tickets on me
I'll only keep'em to fly us home

The mic rings hollow
This'll be my year
Check me in

The curtain-calls on walkabouts
Most of us are on the bench
Just itching to get back in


Da da da da da


Put tickets on me
I'll only keep'em to fly us home
The mic rings hollow

This'll be my year
Check me in
The curtain-calls on walkabouts

Most of us are on the bench
Just itching to get back in.