Your dreams they have led to the poor side of town
Where you fight your way up to a hole in the ground
Your old friends don't pass, so you don't make a sound
It saves you from saying, hello
It saves you from saying, hello
You live the old saying that boys will be boys
But you aren't a boy, nor women your toys
Well then, don't bang your drum if you don't like the noise
But you bang away and complain
You bang away and complain
You've painted your shell, faked a smell like a rose
So they come within reach, but never too close
You are the one that nobody knows
You let them think that they do
Oh, you let them think that they do
That works for awhile, then they get their fill
Of the red-handed thief with his tongue in the till
Oh, you only love you and you always will
The lines to the exits are long
The lines to the exits are long
You found out too late that life is too short
Well, your ex-paramour hauled your ass into court
When you didn't pay for the child support
And you always act like the man
You always act like the man
People get more from giving, than looking to get
And that life you've been leading, it's leading you yet
There were lessons you knew that you shouldn't forget
So now you are writing them down
Now you are writing them down
'Cause your dreams they have led to the poor side of town
Where you fight your way up to a hole in the ground
Your old friends don't pass you, you don't make a sound
It saves you from saying, hello
It saves you from saying, hello
Hello
Hello
Hello