Your skin's in my mouth
But I'm thinking about thousands of things
That don't got your name
So, I'm distant and weird
We stop and you're all ears
But how can I say
"I've just been thinking that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear;
The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand
The proof that piles in my trashcan
While the skin on my hands is looking older every day
The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face
The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart
But I'm to blame for all the bad parts
They're the choices I've made, hey hey."
That's when I turn my face away
And I watch the debates
Till I can't see straight
Take abortion away
And both sides are just the same
So I'm not sure why I vote
Cause I just don't know what difference it makes
It seems to me we get the same sh** from them both
Reform don't work; I think it's time we tried revolt
But I don't got the guts to jump up first
So I'll just shout until my throat hurts
And I curse and I curse
At what we f**ed up in Iraq
You say support the troops;
I do, I want them all brought back
And every building you bombed raised from the ground
And pull your contractors the f** out
And if you really go and reinstate the draft
You'll straight away just split the country straight in half
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back;
I'll be returning mine in no time flat
No time flat
No time flat
No time flat
In a sense we're the same
Struggling to save face
It's a question of scope:
How far you're willing to go
To make rights of your wrongs
Despite the risk involved
It's a question of faith
Cause if we wait until we've all been burned to ash
To tell the truth about the sh** buried in our pasts
We'll split a taxi to that fire pit way down south
So let's rise up and open our mouths
Cause you remind me that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear
The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand
The proof that piles in my trashcan
And if you really go and reinstate the draft
You'll straight away just split the country straight in half
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back;
I'll be returning mine in no time flat