You could never figure out   what peoples real motives were   I know something happened down south   but it's the same everwhere   Weakness is hated and failure is feared      Hurt, yes I know that you hurt   drugged up and outlucked when I arrive   You wave a phonebook at me   claiming that it's a deathlist   But there was a time it was your bible      Lost, off course I'm lost like you   These times are vile and we're not wanted   Smiles are mechanical   and handshakes are deathrattles   There are so many ways out so few back in      But it's people like us that make otherwise boring lives    a little bit interesting   But it's people like us that make otherwise boring lives    a little bit interesting