You can teach me every rule that's been made And you can tell which one I should break You can criticize the name of my game But you don't now what it means to come home By the end of the day You can say that I'm a pain in the ass And you can tell me that I've got no class You can laugh and say I'm out of date But you don't know how it feels to come home By the end of the day Into the tunnel we travel again We're you of our heads And it's the end of the day You can sing me any song that's been made And you can show me just how I should play You can tell me about the meaning of words But you don't now what it means to come home By the end of the day Into the tunnel we travel againg We're out of our heads And it's the end of the day It's the end of the day It's the end of the day It's the end of the day...