Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck / Some nights I call it a draw
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle / Some nights I wish they’d just fall off
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for, oh
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?
Most nights I don’t know anymore
This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for? / Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype / Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked / But here they come again to jack my style