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Bane Some Came Running Lyrics

Last updated: 10/18/2009 12:00:00 PM

out on the road, little boys let their beards grow
oh, so busy talking about the things that we don't know
all done worrying about the things we used to be
(I'm too busy finding out what I'm 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're too busy bitching about
clothes that do not fit:
"so play the violins."

I'll keep getting in the van
worrying about money for the rest of my life
just so that you can have this to talk about.
our time is to spend time with you,
and if you don't want it well that's fine too...

walk right out that door,
this room was growing cold with you!
this room that is my home!
and I cannot
and I must not
and I will not
let clean shaven boys that all look the same
toss hand grenades into this, my faith!
Thanks to Tom Novak of the HMD for submitting Some Came Running Lyrics.