Stick with me kid

The Broken Remotes

Composição de: Jon Leahy
If this is where your friends get off, I say let 'em go 
you don't have to waste your breath anymore 

Now that you've realized that the scene has passed you by 
have you learned how to deal with your ordinary life 
your shelves are lined with books you've never read 
you've no respect for one-way conversations with the dead 

You're sick of dodging compliments 
and when you're seen out on the town now 
you're seen brandishing your fists 
well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own 
so let's tear each other down 

We all have our crutches but your friends are your wheelchair 
they'll take you down the hills but they won't help you with the stairs 

I've seen it all before you can't shock me with the news 
watched you drown yourself in debt paying other people's dues 
if they haven't learned by now, I guess they never will 
seems they can't be bothered but they know somebeody will 

You're sick of dodging compliments 
and when you're seen out on the town now 
you're seen brandishing your fists 
well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own 

Out on the town with knuckles bare 
sewn and patched up in these rags you wear 
you're so gracefully 
falling apart 

You're sick of dodging compliments 
and when you're seen out on the town now 
you're seen brandishing your fists 
well you're in luck, kid, 'cause I brought my own 
so let's tear each other down
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