Letras: Consumed. Pistols At Dawn. Out On Your Own.

If you're right that changes everything
I was wrong, what can I say?
You've been wasting now all your life
Every dog will have its day

You don't fool me with those eyes
I see through to the other side
Inside your heart is waiting
To be broken for a second time
You leave yourself wide open
Shut your mouth, stand on your own
We don't want you coming home

If I could I'd send you all the way
There's no need to pay
The money's on its way

We don't want you coming home

Out on your own, always alone
Looks like you've made your own bed
Made a mistake, now it's too late
The youth won't respect you
Pickings are slim, out on a limb
I'll laugh when it cripples you
Don't show your face, you're a disgrace
I want to smash your teeth in
We don't want you coming home

If you're right that changes everything
I was wrong, what can I say?
All apologies sincere
Maybe we won't meet again