Album: The End Is Near
Your teeth are grinding down into sand
Your fingers are coming through your hands
Your hair is graying
Your eyes are shaking
You can't expect the kindness of strangers
From those strangers to kindness
But don't acquiesce
Control your anger
You're in danger in this part of the world
Are we cowards
Are they jackals
Are we bitter
Or better off than they are
They jump into bed like it's the end of the world
Have those girls never seen boys
And have those boys ever loved men
They ones who give head to get ahead