Taking Back Sunday

Cradle the sound, caller speak through your teeth
I was up and away
I've never known what to think
What I wanted to know, where did god sway
And if the silence was gold, gold, gold
When you got your way
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get
My eyes got sore, oh, those perverts are sick
I have the truth on my tongue
Hadn't know until when
What I wanted to know, whether god was away
Cause I was there as you, you play
And you, you fools, you look all the same
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never give what you get, no
You'll never get what you
You all look the same
You'll never give what you get
You'll never give what you get
You all look the same