stick to your gunsnwe're not the fortunate onesngood thing come to those who waitnrotten stalemates till we're donenngeneral discontent is givenngeneral discontent is slowly livin'nn[Chorus]nmutiny on the boundnlost nor foundnni see it in your eresni know its still therenni think i hit my zombie modenwhere pain is felt no moreni've run amok but my ship still sails onnone way ticket to the nowhere landnn[Chorus]