Sun comes up on the old neighbourhood

Spray painted bricks and dead firewood

Well I don't know where I'm gonna be next

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

Its Charles and you are shit outta 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 has stopped where I once stood

I don't know where the bus stop 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 hear



The sound of fear