Slow decay    though it’s nothing that I’d ever do   no matter how long you’re dreaming too long   born and raised with nobody left to look up to   no matter how long you sleep it’s too long   it sounds horrible but it’s nothing that you wouldn’t do    you're just a lousy waste there I said it    I said it    she’s down on the corner with her headphones on    hearing her song   it sounds tolerable but it’s nothing you should get used to       Tell me what I want to hear   I bet that kid could teach you something   I think the kid could teach you something   I bet you think the more you speak the less you'll find your actions turn to words   the more you sleep the less you'll find relax a dirty word       I bite my hands   I bite my hands   I bite right off my hands    I bite my hands    just to free myself and free every one of us    we come from town    we drink when we’re down    you go around and around    your turn is up just give it a go   I clench my teath ignore my heart but   the tough get going when the rough shit starts   a parent's plans replaced my hands    so now you don’t chose you only make demands   it’s the same shit each day it’s your father and his pocket of lies    it’s just this town    oh this town   and some thank you notes we’d like you to sign