Skid Row

Play the fence, one way you're gonna fall
Sometimes I don't know who you are at all
Your opinion is something that you've got inside
But I see the loyalty has up and died
Your skeletons, my skeletons
Life is only getting shorter
You can be my enemy and I don't care
I keep throwin' stones at yourself
Stories run in circles that have no end
I hit on luck, then you bum me out again
But there's a way that you keep the truth in check
Scratch the surface and treat it like a broken neck
Keep the peace when face to face with the scene
I got a hunch that ain't what you really mean
Weather's fair, does that change where you stand?