It's dark, soft shoulder
One car, they're older
My head hunched over
It stops, it opens

My shoulders tighten
They yell, I'm frightened
My knuckles whiten
I stop, I fight them

You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for all their wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
From the basement of their mom's
You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for other wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
And you're gonna pay them

Slow down, third person
Hometown diversion
They want to hurt him
It starts to worsen

No cause, no quarter
No real disorder
It feels like torture
It starts with boredom

You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for all their wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
From the basement of their mom's
You know they're just passing it on
Someone pays for other wrongs
You know they're just passing it on
And you're gonna pay them

The stars, the silence
The bars, the violence
It's all behind us
They will deny it

It's dark, soft shoulder
No cars, I'm older