What do we have in common?
Let down by the same good value
Tried to have us brought up right
Butch Cassidy...
See the pressure
in your eyes
Say uncle
It\'s the tone
I want to own myself
I want to own myself
When did I have value?
A handful of shells
What do we have in common?
The sharp voice
You can never leave me
Until I say I\'m bored again
While I sit on the porch
It builds until it breaks
And plateaus until a change.
Butch Cassidy...