Woorden: Armchair Martian. Hang, On Ted. Know Like Hurt.

Waving, waving, ain't got much to say
satan, save our souls, even ???
??? too much talking and too much ???
and i don't even remember leaving
that's the problem you say
i feel so scared
but hell i'm over it by the time that i leave town
even you won't lie
even you won't lie you know
waving, waving, waving you away
ain't got much to say, never hear me anyway
i wish that i didn't care, i wish you did
i've been evil misunderstood
and you should hate me if you could
i feel so scared
but hell i'm over it by the time that i leave town
even you won't lie
even you won't lie you know

satan, saving everyone
waving, waving but he won't come around here
been mistreating myself and everyone
it's the problem you say
it's the problem you say