Why do we need this?   Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'   Well, that fucker lied to us   Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland      But I can still see the graves of the dead   But it's useless   Most of us would rather sit   Than see this wound that we have created      Well, let's not last the night   Well, let's not last the night      I'm sick and I'm tired   Of always being the good guy   I'm sick and I'm tired   Of always being the good guy      Well, senseless, I'm not sure why   I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers   Or all of the questions   It's got to be good for something      So we'll chalk this out   And we'll mount the dead on the fireplace   Above right above our guilded heads   On our guilded heads      I'm sick and I'm tired   Of always being the good guy   I'm sick and I'm tired   Of always being the good guy      Like sitting in the back seat, it's all the rage   And boring me with your body, it's all the rage   How many times can I say I'm sorry, it's all the rage   You really mean it, you really mean it   You really mean it, you really mean it      Like sitting in the back seat, it's all the rage   And boring me with your body, it's all the rage   And how many times can I say I'm sorry, it's all the rage   You really mean it, you really mean it, you really mean it   You really mean it, you really mean it      Why do we need this?   Who was it that said 'The great things come to great men'   Well, that fucker lied to us   Well, there's nothing here but a wasteland   There's nothing here