Failure she's a new found friend you let her sleep on the floor When you rise to check out well she follows to the door If you listen real close there's the audible sigh If you look real hard you don't question why Cloth of life is torn Cloth of life is fading so much more Yeah it goes without saying Yeah it goes without saying Goes without saying And all of these distractions and the worship of the buck Somewhere i think we gave out at a club called