The guy who put his hands on you
Has got nothing to do with me

And the [bad word] that you feel will heal
And I hope [bad word] around
'Cause we're missing you.

And...
Used to speak so easy
You're afraid to talk to me
It's like walking with the wounded
Carrying away, way to far
Concrete pulled you down so hard
Out there with the wounded
We're missing you

Well I never claimed to understand
What happens after dark
But my fingers catch the sparks
At the thought of touching you
With no movement

(AAhh...)

Woooh...

We're never breaking down till we force the issue
We miss your face, you know I wish you [bad word] back down to the Dalva Bar
You tell 'em, that's just my battle scar
I wanna kiss you
And knock 'em down like we used to
You're the marigold
Till you're walking down shakin' that [bad word] again
Then you walk on, baby, walk on, ya walk on
On and on
You're an angel in the pit with her hands in the air
And we're missing you

Now it's fall and
Your shoulders get tighter
Nervous fits on your lighter..boots
Your [bad word] off poets
Your womens' groups
And the friends with you
We shoulda know this fool
Well I guess we missed the mark
Still my fingers catch the sparks
At the thought of them touching you
And now you're wounded

(Aahh...)

Never break it down till we force the issue
You [bad word] around, and you know we miss you
Well nobody took your pride away
I said "That's something people say"
Back down the bullet to the back of the bus
'Cause it's time for them to be scared of us
Till you're yellin on lenin 'cause you got the ball