We are the sound and the fury
We're what's left of the hope and the glory
Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town
And the rust of the factory shutdown
I've got a fistful of crumbs
And a mouthful of lies
Everyone needs a hobby
Ours is suicide
We had all the right tools
Opposable thumbs
And big brains full of useless shit
A long history of wrong turns and dead ends
Brings us back to where we started again
And I think that I'm outranked
Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked
Out Of Step, yeah, I know what that feels like
This contract is null and void
We tore it up before the ink was dry
Can I remember how to forget?
Well let's hope so
Because tonight I can't tell friend from foe
Live fast, but don't die young
Slow down, but never, ever stop