What has been handed to us
A thousand CDs passed
A thousand fliers printed to end up in the fucking trash
A thousand miles traveled
A thousand miles walked
You sit on your couch and all you do talk and talk
But I won't let your hate feed into my mind
I feel too old to bitch and whine and cry
You think I'm still too young
You have to understand
I have an open mind
And I speak it to
Now who's the man
Lets put the drama past us
Because I still got love
You saved me from a lot of things
Where did we hit a wall
You know I tried to call you
I tried to sort things out
Sometimes I wonder what
All this drama is all about
The angry brigade
This is the end
My mistake for thinking you were a friend
This is the end
There's nothing left for us to mend
What is the point of all this, man
I don't understand
You claimed to be a friend
But talked shit behind my back
You know I tried to call you
I tried to sort things out
Sometimes I wonder what all this drama is all about
'Cause hate won't change the way things are
So get over it