They say that good men go first
Lips pursed he said "It's our curse"
Never too young to fall out of favor
See you now or see you later

Swimming in the shallow
Chemical burns on my arms
In my eyes, on my heart
That's just the way

Good boys don't hit each other
Good friends don't hit one and other
Grown men don't hit each other
Grown men don't hate one and other

Even after death I hear you
Through the people that were near you
Even when your blood runs cold
Even when your eyes are stone

Swimming in the shallow
Chemical burns on my arms
In my eyes, on my heart
That's just the way

Good boys don't hit each other
Good friends don't hit one and other
Grown men don't hit each other
Grown men don't hate one and other