(It is, in the end, 
Whatever the [bad word] I want it to be,
And when I'm through with it, 
It's gonna blow a hole, this wide, straight through 
The world's own idea of itself.
They're throwing bottles at your house. [bad word] on, let's go break their arms.)

You talk about the way things were,
But I can't hear what you're saying,
time when life was not this hard,
Blessed by the innocence.

 [bad word] ]
Is the best yet [bad word] 
Or did it pass by long ago?
Are we holding on to a thread
Of something already dead?

I'm not your reason to stand up straight,
Shoulders back, chest out and eyes raised.
Stepping back, I hesitate,
I can't let myself be taken...

 [bad word] 

You can't change your mind
And expect me to care,
You can't just snap your fingers 
And expect me to be there,
Can't just change your mind.

The reception fades, 
The signal's breaking up.
And am I moving on or am I giving up?
If you walk away from this with anything,
Live your life today...