I can't stand the cold It cuts to the bone And you can't wear good intentions What's plan B for mice and men? When your best laid plans have shit the bed? We'll survive on the lies we're fed 'Cause you can't eat promises Will we Even live to see the end? Posters of peeling paint The walls, the floors, they all seem the same And any difference Feels insignificant Will we Even live to see the end? It's an arrangement That tends to disappoint We're not misinformed We just miss the point The silence grows Turn up the stereo Anything to break the tension It's an arrangement That tends to disappoint We're not misinformed We just miss the point Will we Even live to see the end?