It's another November evening   As you remember your way home   You mete out your aggressions   On what's left of your blackened soul   You've come to this conclusion   As you're dragged from another bloody fight   You've reached the age where you've decided   That you've lived out your whole life   Another busted knuckle, taken down by a kick to the balls   You've wasting time wasting time as life's shadow grows so tall   It's another busted knuckle, it's a fight you'll never win   And now you bow your head in shame, for a sin no one forgives      Fight, fight, you'll never win   Tonight I'll start again   Fight, fight, you'll never win   How will I make amends   This is our life, this is our time   This is my life don't waste my time      Your wife can't understand you   And you've alienated your oldest friends   Breaking back and fingers to the bone   Burning candles at both ends      Tired of this petty life you lead   A series of dull events   A two-bit, half-assed effigy   Of someone else's dread