The Walking Wounded

I'm weak like a one-armed boxer
Throwing punch after punch
After punch I, I give in
I'm so dumb, I'm surprised when they duckScared, paired walking soldiers
We're all wounded anyway
In our respective waysScientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proudYou stretch the truth like a crooked salesman
Telling lie after lie
After lie, but where's the line
You burn bridges, you're breaking down damsScientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proudLet's take this train for one last stop, I know
It's not the end, but it can't be that farScientists they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, then our time is upScientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
Who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, then our time is upScientists, they couldn't fix me
I'm so tired of getting out of bed
Who would want to die as a cowardly little child
When our time is up, we'll be ashamed or proud