Well I've got something to say   my intentions were right   we met a moron today   well back up just give up   out in the cold on our own   oh man you kidnapped the truth   You told us all to go home.   You can find your own way home buddy.   im sorry to take up your time   But you won't answer my calls   there's tickets on the line, well sell up   Why are they in town you say   wash my hands why dont you go away   in the cold all alone, no place left to call my home   finding out that you weren't there, feeling that you didnt care   mix me up in my emotion, spin some more lies fill the ocean   i'll work hard but you be lazy, you look good you'll feel fine   you had already made up your name   before you had turned the page   viewing all the friendliness   as an easy weakness   but now your petty bourgeois   has been revealed to you peers   as your head hits your hands   and the story's revealed.