4 Dillinger Get Your Study Hall Outta My Recess
You were first in line for the new solution
But you lost your shirt singing revolution
The blood is at a boil, what we were was null and void
And you will change your ways 'cause these ones didn't pay
Let's call the future what it is
Diluted hope and shackled wrists
I kinda think we need a brand new name
I don't give a shit about your style or your false emotion
Your picture perfect hair or your manic motion
The danger is all gone, you helped us lost it all along
Now it's just play, clap, play, the meaning's gone astray
Let's call the future what it is
Diluted hope and shackled wrists
I'm kinda waiting for a brand new day
This one will never feel the same
When the day comes
When the day comes
When the day comes
When the day comes
I'll be kicking back, not a care in sight
Never waste another moment trying to explain my side
Not missing you at all, never looking back
Never having to apologize for what you lack
When that day comes
I'll be smiling while you're crucified for what you've done
