Gonna be a scoundrel, gonna be a fool.

Shouldv’e done more fishing, should’ve stayed in school,

There’s a time when the odds may overcome you,

there will always be a place for you to run to.

Waiting in the shadows, waiting in a cave,

waiting for the day you’ll start to act your age,

don’t go quiet in the dawning of the age of the end, there’s a time when the future may outrun you, there will always be a place for you to run to.

Try to fall asleep while the grass gets wet,

all the nights that you slept alone.

Bottom’s always blooming feeding all the bugs,

deep within the sockets and underneath the rugs,

don’t forget you’re a person and that’s all you’ll ever be,

nobody else knows how to become you,

there will always be a place for you to run to.

Try to fall asleep while the grass gets wet,

all the nights that you slept alone.