Penalty Box

Stuck in a cage for a minute or a thousand years

Never bend the laws enough to drown your fears

Struggle for a clue here in your logical loop

Tell me one's no good but the second's for you



Bollocks to them means bollocks to you

So hope revenge means more to you



'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty box

'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again

Don't know what more my absence will bring

To this peculiar string of events



'Cause I'll sit in my penalty box

'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again

Don't know what more my absence will bring

In the end



Can't get nowhere with the weight of that stick

Smashing candles in the rain with a thumbscrew wick

Fueled by your anger and it burns both ends

But it seems to me like a saintly sin



Bollocks to them means bollocks to you

So hope revenge means more to you



'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty box

'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again

Don't know what more my absence will bring

To this peculiar string of events



'Cause I'll sit in my penalty box

'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again

Don't know what more my absence will bring

In the end

In the end



We're better than this, much

Better than me, so

All I ask is ... one, two, three! One, two, three! Go! Go!



Bollocks to them means bollocks to you

So hope revenge means more to you than it does to me



'Cause I'll sit right here in my penalty box

'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again

Don't know what more my absence will bring

To this peculiar string of events



'Cause I'll sit in my penalty box

'Til the lights go dim and all is quiet again

Don't know what more my absence will bring

In the end