Drag out the deceased on a regular basis
Pain and hell stuck on their faces
We laugh and cry and does it really mean anything?
I want to say something but no one believes
It's like everyone's sucked in the leaves
Of a fallen tree of nothings that no one ever knows
The men stand up and they challenge me
But I am them as they are we
And you and me we everyone seems to know it all
Just stick to your guns
Stick them down in the sand
As you hear the cheers of the boat band
Without a friend
Just stick to your guns
Make sure you're free on doomsday
Because you and me are meaningless
You and me meaningless oh lord
Sliding down the slopes of selfish pride
Don't remember the last time you went outside
But you're seriously pondering why your depression is worse
Baby mother sits in the English Two singing
What is even the point of public school
Well honey you've got a lot to think about again
An itty bitty town in the seventh eleven lane
The houses are brown and the skies are grey
And I sit at night whittling my holy word around
Just stick to your guns
Stick them down in the sand
As you hear the cheers of the boat band
Without a friend
Stick to your guns
Realize we're nothing anyways
You and me are meaningless
Yes you and me meaningless oh lord
Just stick to your guns
Stick them down in the sand
As you hear the cheers of the boat band
Without a friend
Just stick to your guns
Make sure you're free on doomsday
Because you and me are meaningless
You and me are meaningless oh lord