We sat him down said, "You're out of control." Your mother told you that you're breaking the mold Your mouth is dry and you can't get a drink We wanna know what it is that you think Hold on, hold on Tearing down those walls again Hold on, hold on Tearing down those walls again So hello, hello You grab a stick and you can't get a drag Your stomach's sick with the drugs that you've had You hear the voices telling you to beware You live your life like you don't have a care Hold on, hold on Tearing down those walls again Hold on, hold on Tearing down those walls again So hello, hello When the night is over and you're breathing out When the sky is falling Chicken Little dies