Lyrics

Chester's head was tight enough to explode He held back, he could never show Just how bad everybody made him feel Just how much he'd never reveal All his life he worked himself to death His piece of the pie tasted like shit Chester felt cheated out of life Chester felt way too much There's no good reason For me to come along If nothing here is right Then why am I always wrong? Quarter past eleven In a place we don't belong Fifty cents between us And winter comin' on I'll show you The quality of hurt One of these days I'll show you I'll show you The quality of hurt One of these days I'll show you I'll show you The quality of hurt One of these days I'll show you I'll show you The quality of hurt One of these days I'll show you