[written by The Rudiments] breakin' out the old wailing paddle pull the splinters out of your skin ice your knuckle, vow revenge corporal rule, teach it cruel hard times, you missed a grand time ingrained acceptance, invisible scars take your whippin' like a man and you'll be a winner yeah don't you wanna shine like the stars good boys do good girls don't double standards feeding off the rusty remains of the past the things we learn from consequence we're all just figures messed up in coincidence you live your life by foolishness the things we least require take priority who listens to the punk rockers anymore? spit the fire like before, just like Mark Twain play the roles away driving past the billboards with the legs that sell get yourself a new car & a bottle & the babes will follow you it's all just fun you see, no one gets hurt why should we question what is commonplace the things we learn from consequence we're all just figures messed up in coincidence you live your life by foolishness the things we least require take priority play the roles away ...in the classroom, in the back row, some old lecture ...in the locker room, there's an asshole yellin' at your mom ...on the bar stool, tryin' not to be, but it's hard to change ...but in the end, who do you think created all the roles that we play?