Use the [bad word] as a weapon
To beat up all your friends
Every [bad word] in the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys from the hallways
Calling out your name
And [bad word] love will find them in the end

You were restless
I was somewhere less secure
So I [bad word] to the road
And so now there's
long list of places I was
I quit my rambling and I came home

Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms

Use your saints
And your mantra
And your things to keep you calm
If you stay with that [bad word] He's gonna do you harm
There's a voice singing loudly on the radio
Just for you
And good fortune will find him in the end

Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms