throw yourself at home, throw yourself where things, ain’t gonna go on… it’s not up to me if you don’t even have a need, you punk, It’s not your melody made of two thousand steps clicks. it’s not up to me if you don’t even feel a thrill, you punk, your useless meanings they are gonna drive you back, you’re gonna throw yourself at home, throw yourself where things ain’t gonna go on and on and on and on, you punk, you’re gonna rise above all the days you spent alone.