FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND - It's All The Rage.



Why do we need this 

Who was it that said 

That great things come to men 

Well that fucker lied to us 

There's nothing here but a wasteland.



And 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 

Let's not last the night.



I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy 

Senseless and 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 and we'll mount the dead

On the fireplace above right above our guilded heads.



I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy 

Like sitting in the back seat 

And boring me with your body 

How many times can I say I'm sorry 

And really mean it.