i want to be free i want to live well make waste of my body and drag me to hell and keep me warm while i kick and i scream it s true that i always know what s best for me an honest day s honest work if nobody noticed then what was it worth now everybody s dealing with closer walls and a 4 4 rhythm the kind of luck that you can count on your fingers but i m the one who s standing in the back with your warm right hand toughest love but you wind up in ruin turn your neck but you know what they re doing swinging back and forth like they re hanging the long last limb aren t you proud of them every head is bowed every eye is closed we re waiting to death while our fortune is told on the clock and on the mend the living have been sorted out by the dead now everybody s dealing with closer walls and a 4 4 rhythm the kind of luck that you can count on your fingers but i m the one who s standing in the back with your warm right hand toughest love but you wind up in ruin turn your neck but you know what they re doing swinging back and forth like they re hanging the long last limb aren t you proud of them aren t you proud of them 