| Well, I don't want a thing to do with you kind | |
| And I ain't got no time to kill on your dime | |
| Strung up, hanging 'round | |
| Looking like you're upside down | |
| Well, I ain't wanting to shed no blood, that's your crime | |
| And I ain't wanting to sling no mud, | |
| I clean it up | |
| You ain't what | |
| I'd call a friend | |
| I wouldn't even if | |
| I could pretend | |
| Man, you ain't like anybody else | |
| As night becomes the sun to rise | |
| As dirt becomes the butterflies | |
| As sure as though it always seems to stay the same | |
| And I'll be waiting anxiously | |
| And I'll be falling fast asleep | |
| And I'll be dreaming of the day the dream died | |
| No sticks, no stones could break my bones like you can | |
| If I knew hate, | |
| I'd call it love for you, man | |
| High up on the hill, cheaper than a dollar bill | |
| Man, you ain't like anybody else | |
| Should we pretend that it's the end? | |
| Are you my curse, are you my friend? | |
| And if we got hit to the end of the road | |
| Will you be there to carry my load? | |
| I'm getting it back with that terrible feeling | |
| My vision is cracked, but it looks like it's healing | |
| I'm getting it back like it's four in the morning | |
| When the sun only shines as if been giving a warning | |
| I'm getting it back with the rest of the leap year | |
| I'm keeping the rabbit, the bat and the reindeer | |
| I'm getting it out, whatever | |
| I gotta keep in | |
| I'm telling the truth, said it don't win with pretend | |
| Should we pretend? | |
| Should we pretend? | |
| Should we pretend? |