[written by The Rudiments]      breakin' out the old wailing paddle    pull the splinters out of your skin    ice your knuckle, vow revenge    corporal rule, teach it cruel    hard times, you missed a grand grime       ingrained acceptance, invisible scars    take your whippin' like a man and you'll be a winner yeah    don't you wanna shine like the stars    good boys do good girls don't    double standards feeding off the rusty remains of the past       the things we learn from consequence    we're all just figures messed up in coincidence    you live your life by foolishness    the things we least require take priority       who listens to the punk rockers anymore?    spit the fire like before, just like Mark Twain       play the roles away       driving past the billboards with the legs that sell    get yourself a new car & a bottle & the babes will follow you    it's all just fun you see, no one gets hurt    why should we question what is commonplace       the things we learn from consequence    we're all just figures messed up in coincidence    you live your life by foolishness    the things we least require take priority       play the roles away       ...in the classroom, in the back row, some old lecture    ...in the locker room, there's an asshole yellin' at your mom    ...on the bar stool, tryin' not to be, but it's hard to change    ...but in the end, who do you think created all the roles that we play?