Let's say flotation suits me fine Don't need that ending till it's time And even when the choice is mine, I want your stale-bread scent Won't face that same old sleep tonight, I need to swing out till it's tight And what I'm choosing is the right, To fight like all my friends I'm never going east Until they give the missing reasons Get to play another waster, Come to turn these offers down If you say we're wrong, Then I guess we're wrong Here it is and it's waiting for the...