The Walking Wounded

The Walking Wounded

Bayside
(album: The Walking Wounded)

I´m weak like a one-armed boxer
Throwing punch after punch
After punch I, I give in
I´m so dumb, I´m surprised
When they duck

A scared pair of walking soldiers
We´re all wounded anyway
In our respective ways

Scientists they couldn´t fix me
I´m so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?

You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman
Telling lie after lie
After lie, but where´s the line?
You burn bridges, you´re breaking down dams

Scientists they couldn´t fix me
I´m so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?

Let´s take this train for one last stop, I know
It´s not the end, but it can´t be that far

Scientists they couldn´t fix me
I´m so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up, then our time is up

Scientists they couldn´t fix me
I´m so tired of getting out of bed
Who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?