Some need A high-five In the face With a chair, with a chair, now I can smell the nicotine stains on your fingertips Need I say we were raised with our wings clipped This'll be the final call Saying that you love me but you kiss me With your mouth full of crap One day I will finally see what I'm heading for Put my nose to the grindstone once more Pull myself up by the bootstrap I need to get my tough skin back And then you'll drain me of everything And all my energy I know you blame me of indifferency But every scar you gave me will improve me I'll be better than before I can smell the nicotine stains on your fingertips Need I say we were raised with our wings clipped? I need to get my tough skin back