This is the place The smell of air conditioning The fish are belly up You’ve been stuck in a lift Empty all your pockets Because it’s time to come home Sit down, you’re safe now We’ve been trying to reach you, Thom It won’t hurt ever again

Nothing can change the way I feel Nothing can what you've done You will never, be forgiven I hope you suffer as I have suffered I want you to suffer, as I have suffered This is a war of attrition and I won't stay Nothing could change what you've done You

I'm not giving up I won't let go 'Cause I am here till I'm done This time I've had enough I'm on my own But I am back where I belong Got my back against the wall Tried to scream there's no sound at all I'm stuck with nowhere to turn but I'm trying

Oh no no no, I can't take it Oh no no no, I won't break your heart again I don't wanna be a monster among men Oh, no, don't wanna be a monster among men Oh, the stupid truth is I'm so bad for you Hide behind my back And I can't see them One, two, three,

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

Victimized, victimized Never again victimized No regret for the confidence betrayed No more hiding in shadow 'Cause I won't wait for the debt to be repaid Time has come for you They're acting like they want a riot, it's a riot I'll give them As the sound

Maybe if hell froze over We could be in love again Oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh That you were standing here with me I won't do anything for you But I want do that again We might never get closer Heaven knows it have to end There's a part of

I won't say it again Boy you know I don't get naughty for anybody And I won't say it again Even though this ain't the first time I'll tell you one time I ain't gon' say it again Time to turn What you been asking Into actions

Say it again say it again (we wont die) Do you understand? (yes) Do you understand (yes) (We) we are the new diabolic (We) we are the bitter bucolic If I have to give my life, you can have it (We) we are the pulse of the maggots! This is the year where

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to heaven where the angels fly They go down to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again till the fourth of July I knew a lady who came from Duluth She got bit by a dog with a rabid tooth She went to