Lyrics

That knife in your pocket
Doesn't make you a bigger man
That hatred you carry like a wallet -
It's a thing I'll never understand.

You only get one life
There aren't three extra lives
This isn't virtual --
This is the real world.
This is the real world.

What's the matter-Didn't you have enough,
Or did you have too much?
What's the matter-Are you frightened to stand on your own,
Can't make it all alone?

That gun in your jacket
Brings you no respect, it just brings fear
And fear will fade as you fade away
The price is all too dear.

What's the matter-You frightened of being alone
You can't think on your own?
What's the matter-Didn't you have enough-
Or did you have too much?

That chip on your shoulder
Will bring you down and down and down
And you'll look back when your older
And think of every chance you've blown.

What's the matter-Didn't you have enough?
Or did you have too much?
What's the matter are you frightened to stand alone?
Can't function on your own?

That knife in your pocket
Won't ever make you a bigger man
That hatred you carry like a wallet
Is a thing I'll never understand-

Take that knife out of your hand
It's a thing I'll never understand
Take that knife out of your hand.