Lyrics

Please welcome on the drums, Sean McSharrows [Drum Solo] Don't call for your surgeon, even he says it's late It's not your lungs this time, your heart holds your fate Don't give me my money back, don't want it anymore It's not that nursery mouth I came back for It's not the way you stretched out on the floor I've broken all your windows, rammed through all your doors Who am I to ask you to lick my soles? You should know that's true You should know that's true I came for you I came for you I came for you I came for you Sing it out, sing it out I came for you I came for you I came for you (Yeah) I came for you I came for you I came for you, for you I came for you I came for you Hey