I wasn't asleep when I woke
The [bad word] butt of your joke
Fists too heavy to throw
And besides, no one to watch the show

Why can't I let it go, and
Why can't I let it show, and
My fear of medicine, and
I am my father's son
And all these things that fall to pieces
Everybody has their reasons
I want to watch the crowd

I am not flying the plane
The crowd has all gone insane
I touched everybody with my cane
No, no, fell to my knees

I [bad word] this far
To never stop and watch, and
I thrown with my hands
All cannons that I had
To make sure it all falls to pieces
Everybody has their reasons
I want to watch the crowd

And again and again
And again and again and again
You turn it on, you turn it on again
And again and again
And again and again and again
You turn it on, you turn it on again

I wasn't asleep when I woke
The [bad word] butt of your joke
Then like an angel she spoke
Words to heavy to quote

She said, yeah
My faith in medicine, and
I am my father's son
And all these things that fall to peices
Everybody has their reasons
I want to watch the crowd