All the Rage

Why do we need this
Who was it that said that great things come to great men
Well that fucker lied to us
There's nothing here but a wasteland

But I can still see (still see!)
The graves (the graves!)
Of the dead (the dead!)
But it's useless
Most of us would rather sit (than to see!)
Than to see this wound (that we!)
That we have created
Let's not last the night
Let's not last the night

I'm sick and I'm tired
Of always being the good guy
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
It's got to be good for something
So we'll chalk this up (and we'll)
And we'll mount (the dead!)
The dead
On the fireplace (above!)
Right above (right above!)
Right above (right above!)
Our gilded heads
Above our gilded heads

I'm sick and I'm tired
Of always being the good guy
I'm sick and I'm tired
Of always being the good guy

Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)
And boring me with your body (it's all the rage)
How many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)
And really mean it (really mean it...)
And really mean it (and really mean it...)
Like sitting in the back seat (it's all the rage)
And boring me with your body (it's all the rage)
How many times can I say I'm sorry (it's all the rage)
And really mean it (really mean it...)
And really mean it (and really mean it...)
And really mean it...

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
There's nothing here