I'll be sitting on the left side, you'll be sitting on the right

Dying to share our problems, make everything alright

Then I see a darkness, you see the blinding light

Will Oldham's in the corner moaning "Can't you write your own lines"



If we don't know where we belong

It'll make no difference from where we started

Look out kid because here it comes

You're not the lucky ones



There's a dozen corpses on the left side, I swear one's smiling at me

Compliments on your confessions baby, wow you really showed me

You think that you're full of conviction, really you're just trying to survive

Tie them up then spit them out it's good to help the boy shine



If we don't know where we belong

It'll make no difference from where we started

Look out kid because here it comes

You're not the lucky ones