I don't like this place again

Filled with these sick sad men

They've turned inside and filled their soul

With hate so they can avoid the hole

They've heard the stories so many times

That their minds don't need to break for rhymes

It pours right out because it's true

Not a damned thing they can do

They're the best but it's not enough

That's why life for them is so rough

Good at all that seemed to matter

Smart as a whip mad as a hatter

It doesn't matter in the end

Because all you are is a friend