I was alone staring over the ledge, Trying my best not to forget All manner of joy, all manner of glee And our one heroic pledge, How it mattered to us, How it mattered to me And the consequences... I was confused by the birds and the bees Forgetting if I meant it.
I will battle for the sun, ‘Cause I have stared down the barrel of a gun... No fun you are a cheap and nasty fake, And I am the bones you couldn’t break.