Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell
Your time has come to pick the road
You walk in this tale
Turned and as a coward you've earned
Through sickness and health, there's only one
Now go and bite your tongue

You'll just say the worst of me
With the hope they'd understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be a man
Little baby, oh, kick and you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? Let's see your life

You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid, young brother
You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Their sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools, don't cry anymore (anymore, anymore, anymore)

A fear sleeps inside your stomach, it swells
A torn boy alone, in need of fix
And the pinch that cures the itch
For too long, this little baby's cried on
For tomorrow we'll sing the words in song
Of a time where glad's long gone

You'll just say the worst of me
With the hope they'd understand
No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be that man
Little baby, oh, kick and you scream and whine
Victims pay the price eventually
The cost? Let's see your life

You've got nothing to prove
Stay afraid, young brother
You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Their sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools, don't cry

Mother superior, come catch the rabbit, he runs
My, how've you been?
You're frightened of leaving this truly gone-fishing amalgam
Go fetch you gun

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel
Their sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one
Tonight, you'll find the right in the pull of the trigger, now bite
Young fools, don't cry, oh, not anymore

Don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy
When you're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife, oh no
Don't cry, boy, not anymore, don't cry, boy, not anymore
Don't cry, boy
When you're sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife, oh no