Stick With Me Kid

If this is where your friends get off, I say let 'em go You don't have to waste your breath anymore Now that you've realized that the scene has passed you by Have you learned how to deal with your ordinary life Your shelves are lined with books you've never read You've no respect for one-way conversations with the dead You're sick of dodging compliments And when you're seen out on the town now You're seen brandishing your fists Well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own So let's tear each other down We all have our crutches but your friends are your wheelchair They'll take you down the hills but they won't help you with the stairs I've seen it all before you can't shock me with the news Watched you drown yourself in debt paying other people's dues If they haven't learned by now, I guess they never will Seems they can't be bothered but they know somebeody will You're sick of dodging compliments And when you're seen out on the town now You're seen brandishing your fists Well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own Out on the town with knuckles bare Sewn and patched up in these rags you wear You're so gracefully Falling apart You're sick of dodging compliments And when you're seen out on the town now You're seen brandishing your fists Well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own So let's tear each other down

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