I was aching

So much fighting

Couldn't stand the way the faces looked

Without a little knuckle action across the skin

Baby check me out

Check me

Bleed me dry

I'm awake but wandering

Wino showed me what it was

What I was missing

What it was, was face to face

Thank my stars

I'm shaking hands with the Bishop of Battle

Raise it up

Set yourself apart

We all get counted

We're all reprimanded

Nine nine nine

Got me a niner

Shine shine shine

Got me a shiner

Paddywagon

Carpal Tunnel

Thronester

Supervisor

Congrete disguise

Your face hints of wreckage

Even clipped wings don't leave a good bird grounded

What it was, was cheek to cheek

Be glad for the upbringing of fat and indifference

Eat it up

Take a fist full of iron

We all get counted

We're all reprimanded

Nine nine nine

Got me a niner

Shine shine shine

Got me a shiner

Paddywagon

Carpal Tunnel

Thronester

Supervisor

Nine nine nine

Got me a niner

Shine shine shine

Got me a shiner

Paddywagon

Carpal Tunnel

Thronester

Supervisor

Bleat it loud

Spider's got a brand new bag

Bleat it loud

I'm the owner of an ought-four thronester

Half the world

Half the world our passengers

I'm the owner of an ought-four thronester

Bleat it loud

Spider's got a brand new bag

Bleat it loud

Half the world our passengers

John Makarewicz - Guitar

Stephen Murphy - Drums, Guitars (coda)

Nick Nunziata - Bass, Guitar, Vocals