Why do we need this 
Who was it that said 
Great things come to great 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.