Halcyon days are not a thing Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity I don't believe in golden ages Or presidents that put kids in cages America awaits on bended knee Can't you see Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember) Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Utopia is an opiated dream What we want is an open society One torn and frayed at the edges With pages of imperfect changes And every hallmark of rationality Can't you see Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember) Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? At the end of history nobody will be innocent Of naked crimes against eternity Now we're in the last second of our December Tell me how do you want to be remembered For generosity or a fucking monstrosity Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history?

Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket I found a boy who was a stranger too In a one-horse town at a stable for two We had matching scars and matching tattoos Both dying to fit in Ain't that some shit We're just small-town hypocrites And that scholarship was a ship that sailed When I chose you and daddy gave me hell I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box Phantom pains for the wings I lost Had me circling rings in the catalogs For seven years and you never got the hint Ain't that some shit I'm just a small-town hypocrite Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're just running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Love shot me out like a rocket Never to return and man, I forgot it How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket You said you needed space and damnit I bought it 'Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids Ain't that some shit You're just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh) Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're still running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around (Ooh) Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch Like a small-town hypocrite Just a small-town hypocrite

Hand me down dreams got me high in the rafters Homecoming queen couldn't be an outsider So there I'd sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket I found a boy who was a stranger too In a one-horse town at a stable for two We had matching scars and matching tattoos Both dying to fit in Ain't that some shit We're just small-town hypocrites And that scholarship was a ship that sailed When I chose you and daddy gave me hell I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box Phantom pains for the wings I lost Had me circling rings in the catalogs For seven years and you never got the hint Ain't that some shit I'm just a small-town hypocrite Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're just running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Love shot me out like a rocket Never to return and man, I forgot it How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands I found my heart at the bottom of a bucket You said you needed space and damnit I bought it 'Till you moved in a vinyl sided double wide with a couple of her kids Ain't that some shit You're just a small-town hypocrite (Oooh, oooh, ooooh) Swore we'd be running, running, running this town But you're still running, running, running around And I'm staring at a picket fence Wondering where the hell time went I should've been running, running, running by now But I just hang around Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should've been The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn't catch Like a small-town hypocrite Just a small-town hypocrite

Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door Grab a pack of cigarettes, and meet me on the porch Marvin baby mama 'bout to catch him with a whore Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) I knew she shouldn't let that bitch watch her baby I used to work with her at the Krystal She always got them good shifts just 'cause she had good tits And cut her shirts off at the middle Brenda, put your bra on, it's just gettin' good Shit's goin' down in the trailer-hood Pants 'round his ankles, still sportin' wood Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Well, did you hear that? There went the good dishes I hope they don't knock out the cable Ol' Suntan City won't look quite as pretty When Gina puts that ass through a table Brenda, put your bra on, there's trouble next door Grab a pack of cigarettes and meet me on the porch Marvin baby mama, put that whore on the floor Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Put it on Put it on, shit Brenda, put your bra on, here comes channel four We ain't never been on the TV before Grab the marijuana, stick it down your drawers Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on (bra on, bra on) Brenda, put your bra on