Lyrics:

Can't you feel the angst just eating at you?
Tape your knuckles for the fight
Someone said the first shall be the last
See you on the streets tonight

And if you change your mind
Here and now-with the rising tide
If you change your mind
Cast your nets on the other side

You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not the space you rent
When you're eighty-five with no scars to show
The winner of our discontent
Whose lips have you been kissing
Hang your future from a blade
Win it all, but something's missing
Maybe drank the wrong Kool-Aid?