now heaven knows i got one short damn fuseso come sit down a spell while i light up the roomif walls could talk they'd be know-it-allsso we live in the sticksand aren't some fish you can catchand it makes my skin crawli'm not the sharpest tool in the shed, so what's the use?she knewhe flights like hell because he wants to glowand would tackle the sun to be a bright bulbi wonder if he'll wake us up in timehe's gray and has to hide somewhere in between black and white'cause it's safe, but never was bravebefore it's overi hope he takes you toothey say attack can be your best defenseand i got mother's smileand both my dad's fistsif john doe escapes, carry his nameand when it's time to signask where not whyand it makes my blood boilthose black letter daysall their mail just winds up losthe's gray and has to hide somewhere in between black and white'cause it's safe, but never was bravebefore it's overi hope he takes you tooyou'll see whispers in the wintermy temper doesn't laughand every spring, i hear them singoh every spring, i hear them singif he's goin' downif he's goin' under the groundi hope he takes you tooyou too