I'll be sitting on the left side 
You'll be sitting on the right 
Dying to share our problems 
Make everything alright 
Then I see a darkness 
You see the blinding light 
Will Oldham's in the corner moaning 
"Can't you write your own lines" 

If we don't know where we belong 
It'll make no difference from where we started 
Look out kid cause here it comes 
You're not the lucky ones 

There's a dozen corpses on the left side 
I swear ones smiling at me 
Compliments on your confession baby 
Wow you really showed me 
You think you're full of conviction 
Really you're just trying to survive 
Tie them up then slit them out 
It's good to help the boy shine