This song is not about you It's not about me It's about the blood and the blade Stabbed into the back of somebody Somebody is someone who is stable But still remains unable to really be himself Cause if he were he Then she would still be with somebody And not someone else Someone else... This song is not about me And the battles that I've won It's about the warped kitchen floor From the water left on to run And the pile of dirty dishes That is never done And the ashes in the sink Floating in the water Somebody doesn't wanna have to But somebody oughtta Lay down the law, don't change your style Lead on to leave Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law, don't change your style Lead on to leave Baby come on back for a while For a while... This song is a survey of scenes somebody sees Masked with melodies There's no way to let go, no way to forget That there's nowhere to grow Just the room to regret Where she holds him back confined to a space But she holds somebody in the first place Lay down the law, don't change your style Lead on to leave Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law, don't change your style Lead on to leave Baby come on back for a while For a while... Somebody is stranded light years from home On a planet where people Are not like his own Where they pay to be brainwashed And told what to see And not many dare question authority Where a sick television is coughing up blood And it stains every life and it's starting to flood Fills the holes in our brains As it pours from the screens And it stains the newspapers and the magazines Lay down the law, don't change your style Lead on to leave Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law, don't change your style Lead on to leave Baby come on back for a while Lay down the law Lay down the law Don't change your style Don't change Lay down the law Lay down the law Lay down the law