friends warehouse pain attack their own kind a thousand kids bury their parents there s laughing outside we re locked out of the public eye some smooth chords on the car radio no hard chords on the car radio we set the trash on fire and watch outside the door men come up the pavement under the marquee there s laughing outside we re locked out of the public eye some smooth chords on the car radio no hard chords on the car radio friends warehouse pain attack their own kind a thousand kids bury their parents there s laughing outside we re locked out of the public eye some smooth chords on the car radio no hard chords on the car radio some smooth chords on the car radio no hard chords on the car radio1