We sat him down said, "You're out of control."    Your mother told you that you're breaking the mold   Your mouth is dry and you can't get a drink   We wanna know what it is that you think      Hold on, hold on   Tearing down those walls again   Hold on, hold on   Tearing down those walls again   So hello, hello      You grab a stick and you can't get a drag   Your stomach's sick with the drugs that you've had   You hear the voices telling you to beware   You live your life like you don't have a care      Hold on, hold on   Tearing down those walls again   Hold on, hold on   Tearing down those walls again   So hello, hello      When the night is over and you're breathing out   When the sky is falling Chicken Little dies