It’s a wicked life
Isn’t it?
That’s how you really feel
Isn’t it?
You’d like a different life
Wouldn’t you?
With everything in place
And it’s a wicked life
Isn’t it?
Filled with good and bad
Hats in hand
I don’t blame you, William, William
Flesh and bone
Just like everyone
I don’t blame you, William, William
How could you have known?
Just like everyone

It’s a wicked life
Isn’t it?
But the scales were tipped long before you
And shoulders weren’t meant to hold
Shoulders weren’t meant to hold
You were made to be crushed
Made to believe in luck
You were built to break (built to break)
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals (All teeth, no hope)
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals (All teeth, no hope)
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals (All teeth, no hope)
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals
An army of imperfect animals
All teeth, no hope