Last week I found your records
When I was cleaning up
The scratches didn't make it to my heart
It's like you said, we're moving on
No tradition will come undone
You can pay me with your tears
Your eyes faked a tear
You felt safe around your peers
Don't try to patronize me
A happy end is not for me
Nor it will ever be
But that's how I roll in life
I won't try to achieve
Something we try to believe
Not in it for the greater good
Last week I found the letters
That you wrote to me
I wondered why I kept them so many years
They make me smile because I know
I'm a lost and drunken soul
The lone ranger in this town
I'm not your fu*king clown
I won't set myself free
fu*k you and your hypocrisy
I won't set myself free
fu*k you and your hypocrisy