Why do we need thisnWho was it that saidnThat great things come to great mennWell that fucker lied to usnThere's nothing here but a wasteland,nnAnd I can still see the graves of the deadnBut it's uselessnMost of us would rather sitnThan see this woundnThat we have creatednLet's not last the nightnLet's not last the nightnnI'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guynI'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guynnSenseless and I'm not sure whynI'm not going to pretend that I know all the answersnOr all of the questionsnIt's got to be good for somethingnnSo we'll chalk this and we'll mount the deadnOn the fireplace above right above our guilded headsnnI'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guynI'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guynnLike sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)nAnd boring me with your body (it's all the rage)nHow many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)nAnd really mean it (and really mean it)nAnd really mean it (and really mean it)nLike sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)nAnd boring me with your body (it's all the rage)nHow many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)nAnd really mean it (and really mean it)nAnd really mean it (and really mean it)nAnd really mean itnnGonnWhy do we need thisnWho was it that saidnThat great things come to great mennWell that fucker lied to usnThere's nothing here but a wastelandnThere's nothing here