Sitting on the fence
Waiting for the fight
It's all we ever do these days
It's all we ever do these days
Your tinfoil crown
Is blocking out the light
And you will have to pay for it
And you will have to pay for it
And you will have to pay for it
And I don't think you can
You left the door open
And the dogs got in
You slept in the attic
And made a hole I can't mend
There's blood on my hands now
And I can't scrub it off
We were supposed to remember
Just how we got so lost
Sifting through the trash
For some things we'll never need
It's all we ever do these days
It's all we ever do these days
I tried to call it off
But no one's listening to me
And I will have to pay for it
And I will have to pay for it
And I will have to pay for it
But I don't think I can
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