The Walking Wounded - Bayside

I’m weak like a one-armed boxer

Throwing punch after punch

After punch I, I give in

I’m so dumb, I’m surprised

When they duck

A scared pair of walking soldiers

We’re all wounded anyway

In our respective ways

Scientists they couldn’t fix me

I’m so tired of getting out of bed

But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?

When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?

You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman

Telling lie after lie

After lie, but where’s the line?

You burn bridges, you’re breaking down dams

Scientists they couldn’t fix me

I’m so tired of getting out of bed

But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?

When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?

Let’s take this train for one last stop, I know

It’s not the end, but it can’t be that far

Scientists they couldn’t fix me

I’m so tired of getting out of bed

But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?

When our time is up, then our time is up

Scientists they couldn’t fix me

I’m so tired of getting out of bed

Who would want to die as a cowardly little child?

When our time is up, will we be ashamed or proud?