Standard (EADGBE)

It's our call

It sways, it stalls

I need a little extra time alone, I'll maybe take the long way home

Just enough to get it wrong

Nothing like a bad decision says who you are

Fools rush in for the grist* in my, for the grist in my mill

Can't you see when you're perfectly, when you're perfectly still

(* - What the hell is grist anyway? god, I'm such a dumbass)

Verses

One big rout, all sold out

(??) we'll pay

Price tags on every other day

We're bankrupt here for now

But they can't take my anger, it can't be touched

Faded maps, pull out ramps

I won't contribute to our own demise

Pass up the consolation prize

It starts from here from now

Nothing like a bad decision...

And I'll be damned if I know the solo. Somewhere near the end it changes

key, I think to E.

Later, E. Hulka