If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,nA birds eye view of a burning bridge,nYou've gone through ghost towns settle past,nHoping the risk was worth a cause,nnOh, sound off the false alarm,nnBut I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,nAnd reap the rewards of proximity,nI'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,nAnd gather what's left unaccompanied,nnIt smells like disaster,nIt looks like a trap,nSo go by the wayside,nAnd never look back,nnIf you could spare me forty winks,nWhile you cry wolf and I count sheep,nWhat good old ghosts in Kevlar vests,nWith backbones like a jellyfish,nnOh, stomp on your land again,nnBut I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,nAnd reap the rewards of proximity,nI'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,nAnd gather what's left unaccompanied,nnIt smells like disaster,nIt looks like a trap,nSo go by the wayside,nAnd never look back,nnIf you are keeping score then you are bound to win,nA ring side seat at the main event,nOh, stomp on your land again,nnIt smells like disaster,nIt looks like a trap,nSo go by the wayside,nAnd never look back.