sun comes up on the old neighbourhood

spray-painted bricks and dead firewood



well i don't know where i'm gonna be next

and i don't care where i'm gonna be



next time if you think of it

you might remember me as

the one who let you down

but never made another sound of fear



some people like to call me chuck

it's charles and you are sh*t out of luck



if you think you know what happens next

you think you know what happens



next time if you think of it

you might remember me as

the one who let you down

but never made another sound of fear



sun goes down on the old neighbourhood

dark, damp, and stop where i once stood



and i don't know where the bus stops next

and i don't care where the bus stops



next time if you think of it

you might remember me as

the one who let you down

but never made another sound of fear



the sound of fear

i can't hear

the sound of fear