Lyrics: Blame The City!. This Room Has Three Walls.... One Percent.

What would this album be without a ?fuck you? here or there?
Or a reference to my failures, you know I?ve had my share.
If you want baby, I?ll tell you all about them.
Be shy all you want, you know I?ll fucking shout them?
So here we are again, and you say you?ve had enough.
It?s only just begun, I?m Wilhelm screaming my head off.
I?m second hand smoking two packs a day.
And all my exercise comes from running away?
And we hit every fucking light from here to eternity.
And we hit every fucking light from here to all our dreams