All my friends are full of sh** Say something true; they cut into it Guess that's the cult of irony these days They come over to my house And they've all been in my mouth And they don't even know my last name And its a short, short walk to the stand But i don't get very far f** the right guy in the right band And you'll be a star Tell me who's gonna find me When I sound the alarm? When I sound the alarm All my friends are "hidden pools of light" So who threw in the bitterness and spite? Guess I get what's coming to me these days Here's my handle, here's my spout Tip me over and pour me on out Don't even bother to light the flame And its a short short walk to the door Through a sea of smiles I'm getting blood on the sink And the spanish tile Tell me who's gonna be there For the chemical mile? When I lose my charm When I sound the alarm When i sound the alarm I bet you know some girls like me That trade on a perishable currency God loves the drunks and the babies, too It goes from meek to a terrifying shout If I can keep breathing, I swear I'll work it out But sometimes I just miss the hell out of you And its a short short walk to the door Through a sea of guile There's some good in here And you saw it all the while I was changin' my heart Just to fit the style Will you be on my arm When I sound the alarm? Will you be on my arm When I sound the alarm? Will you be on my arm Will you be on my arm Will you be on my arm When I sound the alarm