Из альбома: 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

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