Teksty:
The Get Up Kids There Are Rules

we all fall Surely you don't really think That you really do deserve all You didn't work for anything But after tonight play by the rules Burning the

Speak here on your cue Now look into camera five See the slightest hue In the soft focus lights I wish this were all over We're in for a long, long haul

you will, it's so traumatic Yeah, it's automatic He wants to lead a life so tragic The therapy is just a habit No, he's not an addict Hang up the phone

You'll turn away calling back as you run Say it can, that it can, that it can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while

what you will It's so traumatic Yeah, it's automatic He wants to lead a life so tragic The therapy Is just a habit No, he's not an addict Hang up the

You'll turn away Calling back As you run Say it can It can It can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while Maybe two

have left my lung Inching the choke along Testing the water with my tongue The whole scene's fading As if the walls are caving in Have to up the medicine

Speak here on your cue Look in a camera find See the slightest hue In the soft focus lights I wish this were all over We're in for a long, long haul

As it sharpens and it's shimmering Every cut, a song All the inner voices whispering Say I've done it wrong I got mine to say "Let it go when it dies