You sold your soul to feed the rich I sold mine to some drunk kids You tied a string to your molar I hid under the bed until it was over You got some steady fans I wear thimbles while you shake the soldiers hands I couldn't hold a flame You walk strong and proud I'm left out As the one to blame I kinda like the way you refuse to name A mistake that I may or may not have made Bloody with fame I stood there thinking I just mightve had what it takes