[written by The Rudiments]
    breakin' out the old wailing paddle
  pull the splinters out of your skin
  ice your knuckle, vow revenge
  corporal rule, teach it cruel
  hard times, you missed a grand time
    ingrained acceptance, invisible scars
  take your whippin' like a man and you'll be a winner yeah
  don't you wanna shine like the stars
  good boys do good girls don't
  double standards feeding off the rusty remains of the past
    the things we learn from consequence
  we're all just figures messed up in coincidence
  you live your life by foolishness
  the things we least require take priority
    who listens to the punk rockers anymore?
  spit the fire like before, just like Mark Twain
    play the roles away
    driving past the billboards with the legs that sell
  get yourself a new car & a bottle & the babes will follow you
  it's all just fun you see, no one gets hurt
  why should we question what is commonplace
    the things we learn from consequence
  we're all just figures messed up in coincidence
  you live your life by foolishness
  the things we least require take priority
    play the roles away
    ...in the classroom, in the back row, some old lecture
  ...in the locker room, there's an asshole yellin' at your mom
  ...on the bar stool, tryin' not to be, but it's hard to change
  ...but in the end, who do you think created all the roles that we play?