Own Way Home

Well I've got something to say My intentions were right We met a moron today Well back up just give up Out in the cold on our own Oh man you kidnapped the truth You told us all to go home. You can find your own way home buddy. I'm sorry to take up your time But you won't answer my calls There's tickets on the line, well sell up Why are they in town you say Wash my hands why don't you go away In the cold all alone, no place left to call my home Finding out that you weren't there, feeling that you didn't care Mix me up in my emotion, spin some more lies fill the ocean I'll work hard but you be lazy, you look good you'll feel fine You had already made up your name Before you had turned the page Viewing all the friendliness As an easy weakness But now your petty bourgeois Has been revealed to you peers As your head hits your hands And the story's revealed.