th Fret Intro: (2x) Your dreams they have led to the poor side of town Where you fight your way up to a hole in the ground Your old friends don't pass, so you don't make a sound It saves you from saying, hello It saves you from saying, hello You live the old saying that boys will be boys But you aren't a boy, nor women your toys Well then, don't bang your drum if you don't like the noise But you bang away and complain You bang away and complain You've painted your shell, faked a smell like a rose So they come within reach, but never too close You are the one that nobody knows You let them think that they do Oh, you let them think that they do That works for awhile, then they get their fill Of the red-handed thief with his tongue in the till Oh, you only love you and you always will The lines to the exits are long The lines to the exits are long You found out too late that life is too short Well, your ex-paramour hauled your ass into court When you didn't pay for the child support And you always act like the man You always act like the man Instrumental: