Well I've got something to saynmy intentions were rightnwe met a moron todaynwell back up just give upnout in the cold on our ownnoh man you kidnapped the truthnYou told us all to go home.nYou can find your own way home buddy.nim sorry to take up your timenBut you won't answer my callsnthere's tickets on the line, well sell upnWhy are they in town you saynwash my hands why dont you go awaynin the cold all alone, no place left to call my homenfinding out that you weren't there, feeling that you didnt carenmix me up in my emotion, spin some more lies fill the oceanni'll work hard but you be lazy, you look good you'll feel finenyou had already made up your namenbefore you had turned the pagenviewing all the friendlinessnas an easy weaknessnbut now your petty bourgeoisnhas been revealed to you peersnas your head hits your handsnand the story's revealed.