Here's the empty lot from when we were kids Looking nothing like I remember it But time is cruel, always playing tricks And so were we Bunch of little boys scratching in the dirt Like the lord of the flies moved to the suburbs Playing hide-and-seek, everybody scatters To the count of thirty Any minute now, they will find me But they left me out there, guess they thought it'd be funny Felt the dusk creep in with the consciousness They will turn on you and you'll never see it coming I thought, "I'll show them," with a matchbook I went and burned down the field, trying to fake my own death I will start a fire no one will get warm to ♪ Back at the empty lot, now a bottomless pit With a barbed wire fence, courtesy the government But I learned a lot from the incident Like how to carry yourself like you are holding a hostage How to sing a song that no one will dance to A door opened up Between below and above And there I was Staring back at me Here, you thought you could be one of them You thought that you'd join the crowd Hate to be the one to break it to you I will try to let you down easy, easy now Anything you want, I am in the way I'm never gonna let you win You can thrash about and curse my name I say, "Keep it coming" And just when you thought you'd shake me off I just claw my way back in And it starts again (starts again, starts again)