hoobastank
red sky at dawn
Courage Through the rain, with love as our anchor There’s just enough here to show us the courage that courses through the veins Knock it down like a bridge Set it up like a prechorus These are the tales that our grandfathers tell to their young Now we’re lost This ship is no such place for heathens and harbingers It’s a shame, son This is the line that you crossed It’s the fine line that separates caskets from carpenters I wish we’d wash our hands of this and watch you drift away We need the last word Don’t let him go He seems to be getting away Ready? Aim Fire Go for the throat Don’t be surprised if he already knows how numbered his days are and how fast we’ll pull the plug on this three-ring circus I swear Son, this is business If you betray us, all traitors are fit with cement shoes Tonight when you sleep with the fishes, you can measure the tides as your heathen embraces you Once we’ve washed our hands of this we’ll watch you float away This is what happens when your friends turn their backs Now we turn the table This is your well-deserved revenge Get used to this Find a stronger ship You’re the one that’s sinking It’s a lonely trip when you’re the one not thinking The current’s too slow, but steady Pushing you away, disturbing its flow and burning You’ll become one with the waves This is so pure This is banishment forever Have you lost your way? The red sun is over the horizon as we drink to the future Here’s to everything after the sun sets tonight I’ll see you, far from sober We’ll watch you as you sink We’ve drank the last of the rye As sure as the sun sets tonight I’ll see you south of the Cape of True Love On the floor of the Ocean of Friendships I’ll see you in hell if that’s what you want me to do It’s ironic sometimes how we meet our demise As the fishes feast out of the backs of your eyes, let this tale be a lesson in life You only get back what you give, son Fuck you.