out on the road little boys let their beards grow
oh so busy talking about the things that we don? know
all done worrying about the things we used to be
(i? too busy finding out what i? gonna be)
and finding weapons of mass destruction
to combat this boredom that claws at my eyes, my ears
no longer can i worry about whether these words
have touched you or failed you?fuck, you?e too busy bitching about
clothes that do not fit
