I'll be sitting on the left side 

You'll be sitting on the right 

Dying to share our problems 

Make everything alright 

Then I see a darkness 

You see the blinding light 

Will Oldham's in the corner moaning 

"Can't you write your own lines" 



If we don't know where we belong 

It'll make no difference from where we started 

Look out kid cause here it comes 

You're not the lucky ones 



There's a dozen corpses on the left side 

I swear ones smiling at me 

Compliments on your confession baby 

Wow you really showed me 

You think you're full of conviction 

Really you're just trying to survive 

Tie them up then slit them out 

It's good to help the boy shine