Don't Believe the Good News

Home from the party All your face In blood and guts Smells like Christmas Smells like dog shit To the problem child A problem smiled Stepping on the one Who always wins Defender Drunk, stoned Still disabled Kicked in the ribs Hidden under the table Don't dare believe it Don't dare believe the news Don't dare believe the good news Hey Missle Commander No one understands you No one lifts a hand Standing right in front of you And if I see you at the show Then I'll see you and you'll know Exactly where we stand In the back row Dreaming of the front row Walking all over our one true... Don't dare believe it Don't dare believe the news Don't dare believe the good news