Why do we need this?


Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'

Well, that f**ker 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 see this wound that we have created





Well, let's not last the night

Well, 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




Well, 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 out


And we'll mount the dead on the fireplace


Above right above our guilded heads

On our guilded 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 the rage


You really mean it, you really mean it


You really mean it, you 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

And how many times can I say I'm sorry, it's all the rage


You really mean it, you really mean it, you really mean it

You really mean it, you really mean it




Why do we need this?

Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'


Well, that f**ker lied to us

Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland

There's nothing here


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