Lyrics:

Why do we need this

Who was it that said great things come to great men

Well that fucker lied to us

There's nothing here but a wasteland

And I can still see the graves of the dead

But it's useless

Most of us would rather sit

Than see this wound

That we have created

Lets not last the night

I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy

Senseless and I'm not sure why

I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers

Or all of the questions

Its got to be good for something

So we'll chalk this and we'll mount the dead

On the fireplace above right above our guilded heads

I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy

Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)

And boring me with your body (it's all the rage)

How many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)

And really mean it (repeated)