Bottled Violence by Minor Threat
Maybe it was no one's fault. I know it wasn't mine. But now that you've
moved along. I guess I'm next in line. I thought we had the same ideas. But
you, you proved me wrong. I've been played the fool before. But never for
quite so long.
So what now? Do we shake hands, and go on our separate ways? Or do I open my
mind, and follow you into the haze? No, I'll see you tomrrow. Same channel,
same time, same place. I'm not going anywhere. 'Cause I quit your fucking
Goddamit, we were supposed to stay young. And now it's over, it's finished,
it's done. Normal expectations, they were on the run. But now it's over,
it's finished, it's done.