If you're keeping score then you're bound to win
a bird's eye view of a burning bridge.
You've gone through ghost towns set on paths
hoping the risk was worth a cause.

Oh, sound off the false alarm, oh.

But I'll make my own colleague from wood and from ivory,
and reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require
and gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster!
It looks like a trap!
So go by the wayside
and never look back.

If you could spare me forty winks
while you cry wolf and I count sheep.
What good are ghosts in Kevlar vests
with backbones like a jellyfish?

Oh, stomp on your land again, oh.

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and reap the rewards of proximity.
I'll assemble my equal from what I lack and require
and gather what's left unaccompanied.

It smells like disaster!
It looks like a trap!
So go by the wayside
And never look back.

If you are keeping score then you are bound to win
A ring side seat at the main event.

Oh, stomp on your land again, oh.

It smells like disaster!
It looks like a trap!
So go by the wayside
And never look back.

It smells like disaster!
Take off, I said scram!
and go by the wayside
and never look back.