life has teeth, and bites the feeding open handyou wanna be in a band?
I got to feeling, 
I got too much, too soon, too fucked up 
I don't know
I got to get to the showwell... what have 
I got to do?what have 
I got to do to get through to you?well... what have 
I got to do?what have 
I got to do to get next to you?like a telephone call would do, fuck it
CHORUS:everlone, everlonea thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)everlone, into the great unknownleaving it all to fade for a while'til the fire in my eyes passes bywhen ideas run out, any fool can make a fist
I got the will to resist
I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man
I bet you don't understandwell... what have 
I got to do?what have 
I got to do to get through to you?well... what have 
I got to do?what have 
I got to do to get next to you?like a telephone call would do, fuck it
CHORUSpasses by - like a train, like the strangers all aroundpasses by - like a pain, like the only friend 
I've foundbut if you mix self-confidence with some common sensemaybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever...(... ever (x7))
CHORUS