Word for word for word forward They're just fucking words Say have you heard Goodbye Jimmy, farewell youth I must be on my way I have had enough of you I was a young man proud and true Just a simple boy with nothing else to lose Years that I've wasted

Na-na, na-na-na, na Friday can't come fast enough Here's to another week gone Raise 'em up and sing along Let the good times roll when the guitars play Alarm clock, ding-dong, pants up, boots on Coffee, cigarette, blue-collar breakfast Hard hat, fork

Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Or is it all a dream? Is the violence in our nature Just the image of our maker? To become something greater Than the violence in our nature? Are we not good, good enough? Dancing on the crumbling precipice

Are we not good enough? Are we not brave enough? Or is it all a dream? Is the violence in our nature Just the image of our maker? To become something greater Than the violence in our nature? Are we not good, good enough? Dancing on the crumbling precipice