So how does it feel to stand so close   And never understand how do you feel   When you mean so much   But you don't even give a damn      You let a lotta people down   You let a lotta people down   You've got a lot to learn, you can't do that   Just who the hell do you think you are   You can't do that      Well, you rode upon a wicked fence   Could've fallen either way   But you've chosen other losers   In your sick, sick game      You let a lotta people down   You let a lotta people down   You've got a lot to learn, you can't do that   Just who the hell do you think you are   You can't do that      Just how can you keep goin'   With all that's goin' on   The best thing about knowing you   Is knowin' when you're gone   You let a lotta people down      Your conscience has ghost writers   Your dirty hands are clean   Flesh and blood and life and death   No, it's no mystery      You can't do that   'Cause you ain't seen nothin'   Till a man starts comin' with a gun   No, you ain't seen nothin'   Till some nut starts comin' with a gun