The Walking Wounded

I'm weak like a one-armed boxer Throwing punch after punch After punch I, I give in I'm so dumb, I'm surprised when they duck Scared, paired walking soldiers We're all wounded anyway In our respective ways Scientists, they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman Telling lie after lie After lie, but where's the line You burn bridges, you're breaking down dams Scientists, they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud Let's take this train for one last stop, I know It's not the end, but it can't be that far Scientists they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed But who would want to die as a cowardly little child When our time is up, then our time is up Scientists, they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed Who would want to die as a cowardly little child When our time is up, then our time is up Scientists, they couldn't fix me I'm so tired of getting out of bed Who would want to die as a cowardly little child When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud --- The Walking Wounded - Bayside