Sun comes up on the old neighborhood
Spray-painted and dead firewood
Well I dont know where Im gonna be next
I dont care where I am gonna be

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

Some people like to call me chuck
Its charles and you are shit outta luck
If you think what happens next
You think you know what happens

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

Sun goes down on the old neighborhood
Dark, damp the stop where I once stood
I dont where the bus stops next
And I dont care where the bus stops

Next time if you think of it
You might remember me as
The one who let you down
But never made another
Sound of fear

The sound of fear
I cant hear
The sound of fear