| Well you’ll never see me dying |
| On screen or microscope |
| I’ll be the first to laugh it off |
| To not be the brunt of your joke |
| Let me make a mistake |
| It’ll pay for its own cost |
| Cause regret is like an infant |
| That won’t let you sleep it off |
| Checking in to a hospital |
| Where the nurse is earth and sky |
| Fighting against my flesh and blood |
| There’s nothing I won’t try |
| Even heartache looks so juvenile |
| To a pair of grieving eyes |
| I am always one man down |
| I am always one man down |
| And dressed up |
| I am an antenna |
| A feeding tube and a hard drive |
| Entertaining myself to death |
| To maintain some sort of life |
| Staring up at a concrete roof thinking |
| It could fall any minute |
| The fault line can’t be reasoned with |
| No matter what the house has in it |
| Checking in to a hospital |
| Where the nurse is church and state |
| The cure has got that oxygen |
| We’re all looking to taste |
| With the face lines |
| Of a moth’s wings |
| I want more time to waste |
| I am always one man down |
| I am always one man down |
| And dressed up |
| If my mind’s an orphanage |
| You’re not in the market to mind |
| Living like this is |
| Just no way to die |
| Put it in terms I can understand |
| This wound is all I’ve got |
| But I can’t disconnect my hand |
| From the damage that it’s brought |
| Well the straight face on this cold place |
| It just won’t crack or break |
| I am always one man down |
| I am always one man down |
| And fed up |