out on the road little boys let their beards grow   oh so busy talking about the things that we don抰 know   all done worrying about the things we used to be   (i抦 too busy finding out what i抦 gonna be)   and finding weapons of mass destruction   to combat this boredom that claws at my eyes, my ears   no longer can i worry about whether these words   have touched you or failed you?fuck, you抮e too busy bitching about   clothes that do not fit   "so play the violins"   i抣l keep getting in the van   worry about money for the rest of my life   just so that you can have this to talk about   our time is to spend time with you   and if you don抰 want it well that抯 fine too   walk right out that door   this room was growing cold with you   this room that is my home   and i cannot   and i must not   and i will not   let clean shaven boys that all look the same   toss hand grenades into this my faith