call it faith, call it greed   I forgot it... could you come & remind me?   I'm the fault nominee   with a dollar and a bucket for the weak    I've seen this show   it always ends the same - I know you know   you run, I crawl   God tell me I'll be better tomorrow   you lean, I fall   God tell me I'll be better tomorrow      you 're the world, you're the weight   you're the star and I'm left here cut-rate   you're the pain guarantee   cleaning wounds with gasoline   and salt to cure my thirst   you're still the best at bringing out my worst      so burnt out   so left out of what I started