[Spoken]:nnSinger: Sup, guys?nGuys: SupnSinger: Hey I know guys don't usually talk in the bathroom unless they're drunk... well, I'm drunk, heh, so I'm gonna talknStagehand: Up!nSinger: You goin' on stage soon?nGuy: YeahnSinger: Oh. Awright, well good luck, man, have a good show. Hey, you guys, uh, changed your name, didn't you?nGuy: YeahnSinger: You guys used to be called somethin' else?nGuy: YeahnSinger: Why did you change it?nGuy: New membersnSinger: Oh-ho, hey I like your keyboard player, that guy's awesome. He, uh, and I got in a fightnnO-oh, I walk alone like Desperado through the door of the bathroomnUnzip my pants and mark this urinal as my housenI'm shakin' him, turn my head left and ask you when you take the stagenYou answer, responses short and filled with unnecessary ragennI'm washin' my hands, the conversation ends right there, and I'm not quite sure what fornI begin to laugh, but I'm tryin' not to laugh too hard, 'cause I'm drunker than I've ever been beforenWhat's the problem with this man that he's so hung-up on himselfnBetter take those men's magazines and how-to books, and put 'em on a permanent shelfnn'Cause we both know we're men, and we don't speak in the cannSo be patient, I'm not your typical guynAnd I won't think I'm better unless you let me knownYou're about as strong as the broken glass that you walk onnnWell, you stare me down, the same way you stare at a crush, and it's that it's crushing younAnd what's held inside is stronger than wordsnAnd then these girls can smell your fear like week-old beer, better know that they're judging youn'Cause I've tried your shoes on and they hurt, they hurtnnI've told you, dropped from your eyenGoodbye me from this state of mindnI'm as changed as the whole ring around a single man's indexnAnd all these rumors that you spread, they weave in and out of your headnBut you're in my web, yeah I'm the widow, and you're the insectnn'Cause we both know we're men, and we don't speak in the cannSo be patient, I'm not your normal cat (meow)nAnd I won't think I'm better unless you let me knownYou're about as strong as the broken glass that you walk onnYou're about as strong as the broken glass that you walk onnYou're about as strong as the broken glass that you walk onnnWe both know we're men, and we don't speak in the cannSo be patient, I'm not your average joenAnd I won't think I'm better unless you let me knownYou're about as strong as the broken glass that you walk onnnStrong as the broken glass that you walk on (x5)