Lyrics:

Oh, fuck...
Man, you were all assuming something
And I was gonna sing something
Until it got to your machine
I was gonna sing something
And I was gonna sing something
Until it got to your machine
I'll just wait for you, I'll call you back
(Friday, 4:22 AM)

All my life
All my time
Oh, it's got a price
Oh, gonna pay for mine

I know you really care
I know you really care

All my friends, they got
Old apathy in the brain
They got no ideas in their heads
They got no path that I can see, oh

Don't you think that I don't blame 'em?
Don't you think that I can't save them?
Don't you think that I don't want 'em?
Don't you think that I ain't one of 'em?

One of 'em
One of 'em
One of 'em

I know you really care
I know you really care

Hello, leave a message
No, fuck that
Pick up the phone, man
It's not my contest
You fucked up on me, man

You're just another exile
You're just another exile
You're just another exile
You're just another exile
You're just another exile
You're just another exile
You're just another exile
You're just another exile