I’m not gonna give it up for free anymore and i don’t really care if you label me a whore frayed at the edges, busted at the seams i can walk with a song, sleep with my dreams you can cover up your chains, and call yourself free it doesn’t really matter, it’s all the same to me you’re the new newest thing and we’ve seen it all before in fact i’ve seen it many times and i’ll see it many more you know it wont last, you know it never does but better to be a has-been than to be a never-was you can get out with it clean or prolong the agony which ever you prefer, it’s all the same to me you worship the future like it’s some kind of saint but it’s just like the past with a new coat of paint try to save a world that doesn’t want to be saved stolen like a child, the one you think is misbehaved you can say what you want or say what you see you can say nothing, its all the same to me