I'll be sitting on the left side, you'll be sitting on the right   Dying to share our problems, make everything alright   Then I see a darkness, you see the blinding light   Will Oldham's in the corner moaning "Can't you write your own lines"      If we don't know where we belong   It'll make no difference from where we started   Look out kid because here it comes   You're not the lucky ones      There's a dozen corpses on the left side, I swear one's smiling at me   Compliments on your confessions baby, wow you really showed me   You think that you're full of conviction, really you're just trying to survive   Tie them up then spit them out it's good to help the boy shine      If we don't know where we belong   It'll make no difference from where we started   Look out kid because here it comes   You're not the lucky ones