If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.
A bird's eye view of a burning bridge.
You come through ghost towns set on pause,
Hoping the risk was worth the cause.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Sound off the false alarm.
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa

But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll a__emble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

If you could spare me 40 winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again.
Whooooaoaoaoaoaooa

But I'll make my own colleague,
From wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll a__emble my equal,
From what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

If you're keeping score, then you're bound to win.
A ringside seat at the main event.

Whoaooooaoaoaoaoa
Stomp on your land again.
Whoooaoaoaoaooa-oo-oa

It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap.
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.

It smells like disaster, (*)
Thank God I can smell.
So go by the wayside,
I'll never look back.

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