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Why do we need this Who was it that said great things come to great men Well that fucker lied to us There's nothing here but a wasteland And I can still see the graves of the dead But it's useless Most of us would rather sit Than see this wound That we have created Lets not last the night I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy Senseless and I'm not sure why I'm not going to pretend that I know all the answers Or all of the questions Its got to be good for something So we'll chalk this and we'll mount the dead On the fireplace above right above our guilded heads I'm sick and I'm tired of always being the good guy Like sitting in the back seat And boring me with your body How many times can I say I'm sorry And really mean it Aus Songtexte Mania