The Sound Of Fear

Sun comes up on the old neighborhood

Spray-painted and dead firewood

Well I dont know where Im gonna be next

I dont care where I am gonna be

Next time if you think of it

You might remember me as

The one who let you down

But never made another

Sound of fear

Some people like to call me chuck

Its charles and you are **** outta luck

If you think what happens next

You think you know what happens

Next time if you think of it

You might remember me as

The one who let you down

But never made another

Sound of fear

Sun goes down on the old neighborhood

Dark, damp the stop where I once stood

I dont where the bus stops next

And I dont care where the bus stops

Next time if you think of it

You might remember me as

The one who let you down

But never made another

Sound of fear

The sound of fear

I cant hear

The sound of fear