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