Standard (EADGBE)
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,
A birds eye view of a burning bridge,
You've gone through ghost towns set on pause,
Hoping the risk was worth a cause,
Oh, sound off the false alarm,
Oh, Oh
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity,
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied,
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back,
If you could spare me forty winks,
While you cry wolf and I count sheep,
What good old ghosts in Kevlar vests,
With backbones like a jellyfish,
Oh, stomp on your land again,
Oh, Oh
But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
And reap the rewards of proximity,
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require,
And gather what's left unaccompanied,
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back,
If you're keeping score then you're bound to win,
A ring side seat at the main event,
Oh, stomp on your land again,
Oh, Oh
It smells like disaster,
It looks like a trap,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
It smells like disaster,
Thank God I can smell,
So go by the wayside,
And never look back.
Enjoy!
- Nelson