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
Sound off the false alarm!
But I'll make my own colleague
From wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble 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 forty winks
While you cry wolf and I count sheep
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests
With backbones like a jellyfish?
Stomp on your land again!
But I'll make my own colleague
From wood and from ivory
And reap the rewards of proximity
I'll assemble 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
Stomp on your land again!
It smells like disaster
It looks like a trap
So go by the wayside
And never look back
It smells like disaster
Take all that is left
So go by the wayside
I'll never look back
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