Texty: Man The Change. Weather The Storm. Nosebleeds.

This is the sound of all the lost lonely people in the world.
One bellow, one call, to take back all the things that they stole.

It's time to take this back.

Turn the tables, turn your cheek, change it all,
but don't turn your back on me
(This is the end! This is the end!)
Turn the tables, tell the truth, steal it all
and we'll give it back to you
(This is the end! This is the end!)

This is the place where all the tired and hungry go
Itching for a song, or a lyric, that they know
Why can't you tell the truth
Why can't you say the money changed you
Why can't you tell the truth
Why can't you say the money changed you

It's time to take this back.

Turn the tables, turn your cheek, change it all,
but don't turn your back on me
(This is the end! This is the end!)
Turn the tables, tell the truth, steal it all
and we'll give it back to you
(This is the end! This is the end!)

Turn your back on me
This is the end

It's time to take this back.
It's time to take this back.
It's time to take this back.
It's time to take this back.