between these circles there’s no shaking of hands/nall my friends in bands can’t stand my friends in bands/nhere we go again/nwhat we’re giving you is no different than it’s ever been/nnothing to sell nor a penny to buy me in and for what you think about us...I’m so sorry/nhere’s my apology, sincerely, honestly/nhostage life are fucking alive and well by order of the postmaster general/nI stand by my friends through all their mistakes/nwalk in their shoes before I drive my stake/nyeah, sunshine, we’re all hypocrites/nyou can’t fucking pick and choose who the fuck you hate for it my jealousy’s going to be what does me in/nI spit on the devil because I’d kill to be as warm as him