Well I've got something to say

My intentions were right

We met a moron today

Well back up just give up

Out in the cold on our own

Oh man you kidnapped the truth

You told us all to go home.

You can find your own way home buddy.

Im sorry to take up your time

But you won't answer my calls

There's tickets on the line, well sell up

Why are they in town you say

Wash my hands why dont you go away

In the cold all alone, no place left to call my home

Finding out that you weren't there, feeling that you didnt care

Mix me up in my emotion, spin some more lies fill the ocean

I'll work hard but you be lazy, you look good you'll feel fine

You had already made up your name

Before you had turned the page

Viewing all the friendliness

As an easy weakness

But now your petty bourgeois

Has been revealed to you peers

As your head hits your hands

And the story's revealed.