I saw you squatting down at Delmont
Working over by the pier
You haven't heard from your mom
In over seven years
We got paper cups here
And a man who's almost died
You got him cradled in your hands
Til the ambulance arrives
And if he winds up dead you can't say you didn't try
You watched his life pass by in twenty minutes times
You got lies for a diatribe
And a mask that always moans
Everyone can hear you cry
And hear you when you groan
Ch.
And you can be bleeding by the roadside
but they'll always come too late
Start a war with your gut
And set your childhood home aflame
Will it give you back anything you've lost?
If it's all gone to shit, does it matter the cost?