Route 40 One Six

Come on. The ringer got the wolf in a headlock
The trainer took a quick shot of Russian
In one motion, the fight called
Above the ringing were the aches
When I woke up from this pitiful awakening
From this bullshit. The fight called

Come on, a generation wasted, spare us the pain
Your faceless bullshit imposes on us all
Fans of has-beens and never-were's
Writers riding the same old wars
Through the motions. It's all bullshit. Fuck em all

Well you can't take pride in what you can't inspire
Cause we're out here on our own
And you can't make time stop the downward wind
Let it go

Blame us for the next disaster to hit
This fight was called. Let the shame set in