How long? How long can you run from me? You play experimental 'til you die at 47 With your cool shoes, glasses, and hair So you call yourself a raver, Must be raving over something With your jaw grind and funeral stare And I don't think my eyes can bear Oh, please wait for me You people are so goddamn cool I wanna be there when you fall. So you listen to Bob Dylan, You own a couple posters But you don't like The Band or their style. So you frequen all the odd shows And fancy yourself 'Indie', But your money won't make up for time And your tattoos won't cover your crimes. Oh, please wait for me You people are so goddamn cool I wanna be there when you fall.