Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be thinking of you
It's the wrong time
For somebody new
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
With you?

Leave me out with the waste
This is not what I'd do
It's the wrong kind of place
To be cheating on you
It's the wrong time
She's pulling me through
It's a small crime
And I've got no excuse

Is that alright?
Give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you dont shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright?
If you don't shoot it, how am I supposed to hold it
Is that alright?
If I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that alright
Is that alright with you?

Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright?
Is that alright with you?

No...

we echo death
we echo pride
odour, colour and sound
of the ones who fell from grace
those who fell away
and all the trinkets unbound

this is a lover
an anguished memory
this is a warning
we fall
as servants fall
in stone gardens

your pride should be a lighter thing
an easy thing
a cheerful thing
our solitude growing obese
we stay and fall

a rose for the vanquished
a kiss on the neck
to be hanged
we're all doubled up with love
a traitor's love
a guardian's love
rejoice at this
loneliness
this imperishable craving for hopelessness
it's hard to live on what they feed you here
it's hard to live on what they feed us

it's murder and treason
in this dead-ripe season
the leaves are falling all around
and it's hard to believe in
some sort of meaning
in a world that's turning
round and round
and everybody's leaving
everybody's kneeling
when all that's left to want
is one good reason
one good reason
for this to be left to doubt

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
A walk on part in the war,
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

This one goes out to man who mines for miracles
This one goes out to the ones in need
This one goes out to the sinner and the cynical
This ain't about no apology

This road was paved by the hopeless and the hungry
This road was paved by the winds of change
Walking beside the guilty and the innocent
How will you raise your hand when they call your name

Yeah, yeah, yeah

We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me here you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

This one's about anyone who does it differently
This one's about the one who curses and spits
This ain't about our livin in a fantasy
This ain't about givin up or giving in

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh Yeah
Let me hear you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

We weren't born to follow
Come on and get up off your knees
When life is a bitter pill to swallow
You gotta hold on to what you believe
Believe that the sun will shine tomorrow
And that saints and sinners bleed
We weren't born to follow
You gotta stand up for what you believe
Let me here you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Let me here you say yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
We weren't born to follow, oh yeah
We weren't born to follow, oh yeah