For so many years I held my breath for you,
held under what became the ocean. [bad word] to find footing on what became the ocean floor,
and now, as I reflect on what became my foundation.

Who am I to say the grass was ever greener,
where my own feet [bad word] the earth?
And that the fields, they seem much neater,
on my own side of the fence.
And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
And who the [bad word] am I to open this closed?
But the pages just keep turning, turning.

And my pen just [bad word] dry,
but my eyes they won't stop burning,
and yet you still have no reply.

I guess that in a way,
it had to be like this.
And I guess that in a way,
I'm glad it turned out like it did.
Because I couldn't stand your sight if I ran into you tonight,
and if you died right now I just don't think
I'd have too much to say tonight.

And who am I to say the grass was ever greener,
where my own feet [bad word] the earth?
And that the fields, they seem much neater,
on my own side of the fence.
And who am I to question why you took the path you took?
And who the [bad word] am I to open this closed?
But the pages just keep turning, turning.

If you hear this just forget it.
If you hear this just forget it...

Oh!

[Sample taken from Hot Rod:]
"Beating me wouldn't mean anything now, I'm all through"
"All I want is to earn your respect,
how am I meant to do that if you won't fight me?"
"Maybe you shoulv'e thought of that,
before you sucked at being a man your whole life"
"Oh my god, I hate you so much,
I just wanna smash your face in"
"Too late, I'm a dead man..."