Lyrics:

You don't stop, not even to rest
You'll clean up the mess you made out of our lives
For the last time tonight
Let them see the liar in your eyes

They are the last ones down
But they're the first ones out
You're telling the stories, you're selling the glory
To the kids on the bad side of town

And they say
Cross our fingers
For believers
Only one cadence away

The truth is you see troops, not children
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends
You sell these kids a new beginning
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends

A new crop, so hard to resist
You're selling the kids with limited options
To the lowest bid
Safety in numbers proved wrong again

They are the last ones down
But they're the first ones out
You're telling the stories, you're selling the glory
To the kids on the bad side of town

The truth is you see troops, not children
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out to my friends
You sell these kids a new beginning
You smile and you pretend as you hand guns out, guns out to my friends

I gotta know who you are
The suspense is killing me
The kids are backed against the wall
You set them up to take a fall

I gotta know who you are
The suspense is killing me
The kids are backed against the wall
You set them up to take a fall

The kids are running on alcohol with no clue
Their backs against the wall