We are the sound and the fury
We're what's left of the hope and the glory
Foreshadowed by the dust in the ghost town,
Ônd the rust of the factory shutdown
I've got a fistful of crumbs, and a mouthful of lies
Everyone needs a hobby Ours is suicide

We had all the right tools: Opposable thumbs and big brains full of useless shit
A long history of wrong turns and dead ends brings us back to where we started again

And I think that I'm outranked,
Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked
"Out of Step"? Yeah, I know what that feels like
This contract is null and void
We tore it up before the ink was dry
Can I remember how to forget? Well let's hope so
Because tonight I can't tell friend from foe

Live fast (but don't die young)
Slow down, but never, ever stop