Stick with me kid

If this is where your friends get off, I say let 'em go

you don't have to waste your breath anymore

Now that you've realized that the scene has passed you by

have you learned how to deal with your ordinary life

your shelves are lined with books you've never read

you've no respect for one-way conversations with the dead

You're sick of dodging compliments

and when you're seen out on the town now

you're seen brandishing your fists

well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own

so let's tear each other down

We all have our crutches but your friends are your wheelchair

they'll take you down the hills but they won't help you with the stairs

I've seen it all before you can't shock me with the news

watched you drown yourself in debt paying other people's dues

if they haven't learned by now, I guess they never will

seems they can't be bothered but they know somebeody will

You're sick of dodging compliments

and when you're seen out on the town now

you're seen brandishing your fists

well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own

Out on the town with knuckles bare

sewn and patched up in these rags you wear

you're so gracefully

falling apart

You're sick of dodging compliments

and when you're seen out on the town now

you're seen brandishing your fists

well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own

so let's tear each other down