 If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win,
A bird's eye view of a burning bridge.
You come through ghost towns set on pause,
Hoping the risk was worth the cause.
Whoa~
Sound off the false alarm!
Whoa~
But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
If you could spare me forty winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish?
Whoa~
Stomp on your land again!
Whoa~
But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win,
A ringside seat at the main event.
Whoa~
Stomp on your land again!
Whoa~
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
It smells like disaster,
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So go by the wayside,
I'll never look back.
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