Here in line where stupid shit collides with dying shooting stars

All we got to show what we really are is the same kind of scars

And looking at you, all I see is you're waiting for something

Single file, you're a murder mile

You idiot kid, your arm's got a death in it

If you're choking up take this paper cup, but there's a price that you'll pay

For trying hard to become whatever they are and saying whatever they say

So help yourself to this bitter pill or somebody else will

Single file, you're a murder mile

You idiot kid, your arm's got a death in it

Single file, single file, single file, single file