Dick Jones

You're on side track with nothing to show
Your friends with people that you don't even know
You're stuck in places that you would never go
To if you could choose

You're on a level that you've never sunk to
You're in a middle that there's no getting through
You're over and you'll be thirty-two
You were born to lose

Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Walk away and fast

I turn around, leave them behind
I turn around, leave them behind
Leave them behind

You're on your fifth drink with no buzz in sight
And that asshole hasn't shut up all night
You wanna tell yourself that you'll be alright
But who would you fool?

Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Walk away and fast

I turn around, leave them behind
I turn around, leave them behind

Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Chemical, logical, left foot, right foot, you got it
Walk away and fast

I turn around, leave them behind
Yeah, yeah
I turn around, leave them behind
Leave them behind
Leave them behind
Leave them behind
Leave them behind