You'll be leaving with scarsBut we don't mean you no harmTake your marks and wait for the alarmCause in the moment that we've taken our sideShe'll look over youWith a smileAnd say if I've seen this onceI've seen it a hundred timesThere's nothing you can show meMore than all needsIs father, son, they loveWhen the table's spunThey run, give them half a chanceHow many pages did it tear from your life?How many years stoned to the side?I'm not sureAnd say if I've seen this onceI've seen it a hundred timesThere's nothing you can show meMore than all needsIs father, son, they loveWhen the table's spunThey run, give them half a chanceHow many pages did it tear from your life?I'm not sureBut in the moment that we've taken our sideThank you.Thank you.