I see you there speaking loud and clear

But the point is still a bit fuzzy

I'm standing by under this watchful eye

Soaking up the misery

This shit is fucked up nine ways from two Sundays ago

Highlights of a brand new low

The dirty bird catches the worm

The hangman takes his turn

Some things are so hard to unlearn

You point at me say that I should be

Questioning my decency

I call you out ready to charge without a doubt

Then on to the next tragedy

I come for you you come for me

They say it’s the way it should be

But I can't help but wonder if we could stand together

All the amazing things we'd see