Keith Case - The Get Up Kids

You’ll turn away, calling back as you run

Say it can, it can, it can’t be done

You’re the last continental bastard chosen son

It may be a while, maybe two, maybe three

Till the chance, the chance, by chance we meet

Just to burn all the frames as to not repeat

Like anyone anywhere has the time

Take your place, a place, a place in line

I can spot a scab, I know my kind

I want to say, two to say, know this well

Look how far, how far, look how far we fell

You can lie to the liar, I know you’ll tell

Turn around, turn around

Say what you want to say

Say what you came here for

Turn away, turn away

From everything we want to work

And everything that came before

You’ll turn away, calling back as you run

Say it can, it can, it can’t be done

You’re the last continental bastard chosen son

Turn around turn around

Say what you want to say

Say what you came here for

Turn away turn away

From everything we want to work

And everything that came before