How long? How long can you run from me?
You play experimental 'til you die at 47
With your cool shoes, glasses, and hair
So you call yourself a raver,
Must be raving over something
With your jaw grind and funeral stare
And I don't think my eyes can bear
Oh, please wait for me
You people are so goddamn cool
I wanna be there when you fall.
So you listen to Bob Dylan,
You own a couple posters
But you don't like The Band or their style.
So you frequen all the odd shows
And fancy yourself 'Indie',
But your money won't make up for time
And your tattoos won't cover your crimes.
Oh, please wait for me
You people are so goddamn cool
I wanna be there when you fall.