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Bad ideas are ripe for the picking
You've got a rash
From the wound you've been licking
Your armor's torn
So you wear a frown on the bathroom floor
Where you're safe and sound
It feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breath just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little did they know
That you smile and you wave
With an anchor still tied to your toe
The time's never right
'Cause the clock won't quit ticking
You've got a scar from the scab you keep picking
Your mask slips off when you hit the bar
Now the monsters know who you really are
It feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breath just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little did they know
That you smile and you wave
With an anchor still tied to your toe
I used to be so tough
I never caused a scene
When I was a holy fool
But now I know too much
Still somehow not enough
And something's missing
And something's missing
And it feels just like home
When you sink like a stone
But you breath just for show
And they wish you good luck on your trip
But little did they know
That you smile and you wave
With an anchor still tied to your toe
