between these circles theres no shaking of hands
all my friends in bands cant stand my friends in bands
here we go again

what were giving you is no different than its ever been
nothing to sell nor a penny to buy me in
and for what you think about us...Im so sorry

heres my apology, sincerely, honestly
hostage life are $#&@ing alive and well by order of the postmaster general
I stand by my friends through all their mistakes

walk in their shoes before I drive my stake
yeah, sunshine, were all hypocrites
you cant $#&@ing pick and choose who the $#&@ you hate for it

my jealousys going to be what does me in
I spit on the devil because Id kill to be as warm as him