Lyrics:

Next time we walk down to the docks while welcoming the morning sun
We'll share rations of bread with
Drifters and deceivers know I only see this hour after evenings of infamy

There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so, so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
Grinding your teeth down to powder

And how rewarding is it just to be alive?
We could have residence in the worst prison
That happens when you die and have no friends to carry caskets
In the saddest procession
And those people love to say they're sorry when your soul departs
But they recover, oh, so quick

There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be so, so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
Grinding your teeth down to powder

There are thousands of you like me
And you'll be oh so, so sorry
When you start to hate the sound of laughter
Grinding your teeth down to powder