We are the sound and the fury   We're what's left of the hope and the glory   Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town   And the rust of the factory shutdown      I've got a fistful of crumbs    And a mouthful of lies   Everyone needs a hobby   Ours is suicide      We had all the right tools   Opposable thumbs    And big brains full of useless shit   A long history of wrong turns and dead ends    Brings us back to where we started again      And I think that I'm outranked   Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked   Out Of Step, yeah, I know what that feels like      This contract is null and void   We tore it up before the ink was dry   Can I remember how to forget?   Well let's hope so   Because tonight I can't tell friend from foe      Live fast, but don't die young   Slow down, but never, ever stop