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