Some Came Running Lyrics - Bane

out on the road little boys let their beards grow 

oh so busy talking about the things that we don't know 

all done worrying about the things we used to be 

(i'm too busy finding out what i'm gonna be) 

and finding weapons of mass destruction 

to combat this boredom that claws at my eyes, my ears 

no longer can i worry about whether these words 

have touched you or failed you... 

fuck, you're too busy bitching about 

clothes that do not fit 

"so play the violins" 

i'll keep getting in the van 

worry about money for the rest of my life 

just so that you can have this to talk about 

our time is to spend time with you 

and if you don't want it well that's fine too 

walk right out that door 

this room was growing cold with you 

this room that is my home 

and i cannot 

and i must not 

and i will not 

let clean shaven boys that all look the same 

toss hand grenades into this my faith 

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