We all get born into chain gangs
We all get stamped with bar codes
We all get told to sit uptight
Believe a world of which we're told

Take a nail file to my chains
Couldn't mark them
Took your hats on to the links chains remain
I TNT'd her ring, I'm escaping
You got injured friendly fire
Fire i know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you're right
You're a fool to think strong
Is to win every fight
If I hand you the knife
Can you cut me off some slack
Or put the knife in my back
Get me out of the hole
Get me out of the hole

Freedom on the tongue gets drunk twisted
When the essence of our words is to control
Made a bonfire of the crimes i'm convicted
You got blistered fire

I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you're right
You're a fool to think strong
Is to win every fight
If I hand you the knife
Can you cut me off some slack
Or put the knife in my back
Get me out of the hole
Get me out of the hole
Cut the grove, it's contagious
You absorbed, all the fallout
I've been small, you're gigantic au secours
Lovesick romantics

You're the one who speaks in tongues
Of sorcerers and saviors
I have only just begun
To understand love's dangers
I'm the one who understands the gifts of
Fallen angels i'm the one who hurt you

I know I was wrong
Are you still sure that you're right
You're a fool to think strong
Is to win every fight
If I hand you the knife
Can you cut me off some slack
Or put the knife in my back
Get me out of the hole
Get me out of the hole

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): James Glennie, Mark Hunter, Saul Davies, Timothy Booth