Your skin's in my mouth,
But I'm thinkin' about
Thousands of things
That don't got your name

So, I'm distant and weird;
We stop and you're all ears
But how can I say,

"I've just been thinking how it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear;
The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand,
The proof that piles in my trash can
While the skin on my hands is looking older every day
The lies I've told have turned to leather on my face
The love I've lost has turned to needles in my heart
But I'm to blame for all the bad parts
They're the choices I've made, hey hey"

That's when I turn my face away,
And I watch the debates Now, I can't see see straight
Take abortion away, and both sides are just the same,
So I'm not sure why I vote,
'Cuz I just don't know
What difference it makes

It seems to me we get the same shit from them both
Reform don't work; I think it's time we tried revolt,
But I don't got the guts to jump up and go first,
So I just shout until my throat hurts,
And I curse and I curse
At what we fucked up in Iraq
You say support the troops; I do
I want them all brought back,
And every building that you bombed raised from the ground
And pull your contractors the fuck out
If you really go and reinstate the draft,
You'll straight away just split the country straight in half,
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back
I'll be returning mine in no time flat

In a sense we're the same,
Struggling to save face
It's a question of scope:
How far you're willing to go
To make rights of your wrongs,
Despite the risk involved
It's a question of faith,

'Cuz if we wait until we've all been burned to ash
To tell the truth about the shit buried in our past,
We'll split a taxi to that firepit way down south
So, let's rise up and open our mouths

Cause you remind me that it's harder every year
To find excuses that'll keep me in the clear;
The arbitrary lines I impress in the sand,
The proof that piles in my trash can

And if you really go and reinstate the draft,
You'll straight away just split the country straight in half,
So try arresting everyone who sends their draft cards back
I'll be returning mine in no time flat