Remember me when I met you back in chicago?
Filthy bum (twenty plus some) with an old platitude
Mending fences or mending souls
That was all you had to say
But fate was fair my friend
Now its your turn to walk in my place

Tell me hows the view from down there-
Come on dont you like it?
Suddenly you are no one and you feel like a freak
Down and out you just might find out who you
Really are
Sorry I cant join you right now
Id love to stay but cant be late for my happy hour
Now dont get caught up in your paranoia
Just accept that we both -
Lose if theres a confrontation
Well I think weve got to find
Some good excuse with a prospect of detente

But standing my ground
I have drawn the line
Past which there can be no more compromise

Somebody help me find a way out of it
Im quite sure there must be
More than meets the eye
A matter of whats inside
Pretending my soul can hide from the outside
When everyone can see were hiding tragedy

Social marginal-
Setting the stage for our power struggle
Social marginal-
Engaging you in a test of wills
Social marginal-
No diversions please
Its time to wear your gameface
Its time to wear it now.....just put it on.

Now dont get caught up in your paranoia
Just accept that we both
Lose if theres a confrontation
And its all weve got to find
A crucible cant we compromise?
Now.

Somebody help me find a way out of it
Im quite sure there must be
More than meets the eye
A matter of whats inside
Pretending my soul can hide from the outside
When everyone can see were hiding tragedy
Now.

Social marginal-
Setting the stage for our power struggle
Social marginal-
Engaging you in a test of wills
Social marginal-
No diversions please
Its time to wear your gameface
Its time to wear it now - right now.

Mending fences, mending souls?
Read between the lines and youll know
Now.
Now its your turn to accept me-
Now.

....but caught up in your own self-righteousness
All you can do is say - you first.