Why'd you have to act on your anger?
Add a story of hurt to your name
Wide open space, you figured you grow
Trust me now, you were stronger then
Before you gave into despair
Traded your pride in for shame
From the passenger seat, you'll look out in fear
But there's no one to confide in

Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order
Pray on the defenseless, and I'm glad I saw just how far you could drop off

Why'd you have to age and grow cynical
With small men who still cling to your name?
Clawing and fighting out towards the door
Which you've blocked with your white hot anger

Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order

Rage takes the place of your once strong control
That you reach for with trembling hands