I was wondering how you're feeling

I thought I saw you kneeling

And holding your gut last night

It looked like you were praying

But I heard someone saying

You had been in an awful fight

You get the worst of it everytime

Lashing out with no reason or rhyme

To lose all this rage, at so tender an age

Little baby growing up in a rat cage



Chorus 1:

Are you ready for the fallout?

Who you gonna call out?

When does it finally come to blows?

I think that you're forgetting

The blood that you'll be letting

Has a price on it, no one knows

You may be suffering in your sleep

You may be getting in way too deep

And you may not care for advice that I share

If you want it then I'll be there



Chorus 2:

Soon you will learn how to swallow a tear

So when you're old you can cry in your beer

Do you spit at the face staring back in the mirror?

Do you have any self respect?



Chorus 2



Well what the hell did you expect?



Chorus 1



Are you ready for the fallout?

Who you gonna call out?