The Walking Wounded Lyrics - Thursday

I'm weak like a one-armed boxer 

Throwing punch after punch 

After punch I, I give in 

I'm so dumb, I'm surprised when they duck 

Scared, paired walking soldiers 

We're all wounded anyway 

In our respective ways 

Scientists, they couldn't fix me 

I'm so tired of getting out of bed 

But who would want to die as a cowardly little child 

When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud 

You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman 

Telling lie after lie 

After lie, but where's the line 

You burn bridges, you're breaking down dams 

Scientists, they couldn't fix me 

I'm so tired of getting out of bed 

But who would want to die as a cowardly little child 

When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud 

Let's take this train for one last stop, I know 

It's not the end, but it can't be that far 

Scientists they couldn't fix me 

I'm so tired of getting out of bed 

But who would want to die as a cowardly little child 

When our time is up, then our time is up 

Scientists, they couldn't fix me 

I'm so tired of getting out of bed 

Who would want to die as a cowardly little child 

When our time is up, then our time is up 

Scientists, they couldn't fix me 

I'm so tired of getting out of bed 

Who would want to die as a cowardly little child 

When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud