You're on your own now, we're tired of lending hands A new agenda, it cuts you from all our plans So get in line boy, and keep that mouth of yours closed i'll need opinions, just work them hands to bones
We stood in places, watched us tear us apart cut us open, and ripped out all our parts but we kept quiet, we let them have their way We made our point by having nothing to say
We all broke up right on cue We'll take you down with us too
Better jump ship, this bastard is sinking fast nothing to save here our word has all but passed, the muddy waters are slippin it in through the grass the ship, the ship, the ship is sinkin, the ship, the ship, the ship is sinkin
We sit on our hands and watched it all fall no one thinks that I I I I I theres not much worth saving just lots of buildings we concrete the blue skies
and you came and picked us up you combed our hair, and made us look like people and we learned to feed ourselves again we built some homes and filled them full of clones but we wont wait till you get back we'll be gone long before you arive we were never built to last but we'd like to tell ya thanks for the good times, it was nice to have known ya we'll all be just fine, and we'll try to like ya we appreciate the lies, but were done believing you
Compositores: Benjamin P Cooper, Alexander P Kane ECAD: Obra #24795103