I said enough of the dead end kids.
The young and the restless, the kin.
And all of the houses that they grew up in,
Now gone.

She used to know me by name.
Like a child she would dance in the rain.
Now she just drinks with cocaine,
Cause she can.

And I never thought id see the day.
When all of the paintings went grey.
Like the flowers that lay on the graves,
Of the ones who die young.

I shed a tear for the ones who would hope
To hang you with the shortest rope.
Just as quick as a judge,
As they go to find the next

See these breaks in the stones when they crack?
Remind you of all that you lack.
And the best friends they just turn their backs,
Cause they can.

And I never thought id see the day.
When all of the paintings went grey.
Like the flowers that lay on the graves,
Of the ones who die young.

Say a prayer for the ones like you.
who are simple and honest and [bad word] 
when we spoke last-night well you knew,
But you never showed.

And I know you ain't one [bad word] 
But if you keep it hid it'll drive you insane.
Just so hard when there's no-one to blame,
For the fall.

Yeah and wishing cant make it so.
If it could then I hope that you know.
I [bad word] through the fire and smoke,
To bring him back.

And I never thought id see the day.
When all of the paintings went grey.
Like the flowers that lay on the graves,
Of the ones who die young.