A sweet scent of discontent Rising in the air You don't get old, you just get passive And then you stand and stare Hey, nobody's keeping you from stopping (Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a) Like a plug without a socket Your finger trigger's itching But you forgot to cock it And now, things didn't turn out the way you thought they would be No, you can't take that out on me If you can find a better way Then I ain't standing in your way, oh no I'm fed up with holding out I called your bluff, now let it out You were thinking it was never, never, never enough It ain't bad luck, it's just that you ain't that tough (Ain't that tough, ain't that tough) (×4) A graveyard of bottles And a throttle pointing for your lips If you're so brave Why's a .45 hang from your hips? No, nobody's keeping you from stopping (Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a) You're always threatening to kill yourself Well, why don't you just do it right here, right now? I didn't turn out the way you thought I would be No, you can't take that out on me I thought I was talking to someone else I guess I was talking to myself, oh no I'm fed up with holding out I called your bluff, now let it out You were thinking it was never, never, never enough It ain't bad luck, it's just you ain't that tough Last time I talked to you You were talking just like me Now you're talking like some hollywood actress Hey, what the hell's that supposed to mean? Last time I talked to you You turned and walked away And why the brawl on the grave What the fuck (gibberish) You ain't that tough (×4)