You say your life's run out; taken all it can take We will fashion you a place, that will spoon-feed it right back to you Hell was getting way too close so we ran away We needed to find a place to go, and we did, oh we did
When you're lucky to be alive hell's not the place you want to spend your time in You better run away and hide because this old place is making hell look friendly We didn't come here no we didn't plan to, we ended up here Now we're the crew on a ship that's sailing somewhere, nowhere
You say you've outrun life; it would have a job catching up We will offer you this place and we will put our eyes right into you He asked us what's the point in going back to them when all you're doing is getting hurt? He followed stick around a sing, stick around and sing with me