The End
Once upon a time we were young and restless now
Waiting for a ticket out to leave this god damn town
The opportunities come and go for guys like us
Get a trade and buy a house, no thanks, that's not for me
Acquired immunity from years and years of listening
To all the shit you talk, pontification wears my teeth
Hate me if you hate, fueling my indignity
I pity you and your kind, let it go, lets all be free
You don't know me, pretending, i'm not your son
Follow me to the end, i don't even care
Walk another mile in my shoes and cast judgement
Thinking men don't get far in this life and that's for sure
Melancholy light shining bright above our heads
Happiness is free, it just depends on what you need
Sensitivity, don't make me laugh i'm sick of it
Rumors come and go but you can feel just what is real
Blinded by your ways, nauseating self-disdain
I pity you and your kind you don't have my sympathy
You don't know me, pretending, i'm not your son
Follow me to the end, I don't even care
You don't know me, pretending, i'm not your son
Follow me to the end, I don't even care
Waiting for a ticket out to leave this god damn town
The opportunities come and go for guys like us
Get a trade and buy a house, no thanks, that's not for me
Acquired immunity from years and years of listening
To all the shit you talk, pontification wears my teeth
Hate me if you hate, fueling my indignity
I pity you and your kind, let it go, lets all be free
You don't know me, pretending, i'm not your son
Follow me to the end, i don't even care
Walk another mile in my shoes and cast judgement
Thinking men don't get far in this life and that's for sure
Melancholy light shining bright above our heads
Happiness is free, it just depends on what you need
Sensitivity, don't make me laugh i'm sick of it
Rumors come and go but you can feel just what is real
Blinded by your ways, nauseating self-disdain
I pity you and your kind you don't have my sympathy
You don't know me, pretending, i'm not your son
Follow me to the end, I don't even care
You don't know me, pretending, i'm not your son
Follow me to the end, I don't even care
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Keating
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