If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,  A birds eye view of a burning bridge,  You've gone through ghost towns settle past,  Hoping the risk was worth a cause,    Oh, sound off the false alarm,    But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,  And reap the rewards of proximity,  I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,  And gather what's left unaccompanied,    It smells like disaster,  It looks like a trap,  So go by the wayside,  And never look back,    If you could spare me forty winks,  While you cry wolf and I count sheep,  What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests,  With backbones like a jellyfish,    Oh, stomp on your land again,    But i'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,  And reap the rewards of proximity,  I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,  And gather what's left unaccompanied,    It smells like disaster,  It looks like a trap,  So go by the wayside,  And never look back,    If you are keeping score then you are bound to win,  A ring side seat at the main event,  Oh, stomp on your land again,    It smells like disaster,  It looks like a trap,  So go by the wayside,  And never look back.