Lost in the woods of a dream   Call it an American one   But we couldn't be further from home.   So we rode, in the search of a place   To rest our bloodshot eyes   But everything has a price to pay,   Everything has a price to pay.      In the face of a stranger   There was some sympathy to be found   So we'll draw the innocence   Don't make me regret this      Mark the line,   Right now.   Mark the fucking lines,   We have been double crossed   Let the pain begin   Mark the lines   What's done is done      Everything has a price to pay don't make me regret.      This was never the way, still no answer   Will you stand by me when I collapse?