From the album
The Walking Wounded
I'm weak like a one armed boxer
Throwing punch after punch after punch
I give in
I'm so dumb and surprised when they duck
A scared pair of walking soldiers
We're all wounded anyway in our respective ways
Scientists they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up will we be ashamed or proud?
You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman telling lie after lie, but where's the line?
You burn bridges and break down the dams
Let's take this train for one last stop
I know it's not the end but it can't be that far