| Fear grows in Brooklyn
|
| Bitterness in Oakland
|
| Guess there’s nothing you can do
|
| So much for the new day
|
| Making your own way
|
| These things don’t apply to you
|
| Shame on you for fooling me
|
| Shame on me for believing
|
| Who’d have thought your Patriot act
|
| Could be so damn deceiving
|
| What’s happened to you
|
| Is it all a part of your monday mourning meltdown
|
| If a tear falls in the ocean does it make a sound
|
| And what about all the blood there on the battleground
|
| How do you like me now that I’m not around
|
| Looking backwards
|
| Is your life everything you wanted it to be
|
| But looks will only take you so far
|
| Do your patron-eyes let you see
|
| Prisoners are as prisoners do
|
| You’re all alone in your open cell
|
| Betraying those that had your back
|
| Guess your methods served you well
|
| What’s happened to you
|
| Is it all apart of your monday mourning meltdown
|
| If a tear falls in the ocean does it make a sound
|
| And what about all the blood there on the battleground
|
| How do you like me now that you’re not around
|
| What do you do now
|
| You’re all alone
|
| Do you still stand by your misguided views
|
| Is it all a part of your monday mourning meltdown
|
| If a tear falls in the ocean does it make a sound
|
| And what about all the blood there on the battleground
|
| How do you like me now that I’m not around
|
| How do you like me now that I’m not around
|
| How do you like me now that I’m not around |