The war is over the bastards won
Don't leave home without your lungs
They'll shoot your mouth off without a pause
Every body has it's flaws

But not you, you're perfect
In so many ways
If God made models of his best creations you'd be on display

The war is over the hero's lost
Cauterize the permafrost
We're sinking faster than we can swim
Everybody's foundering

But not you, you're perfect
In so many ways
If God made models of his best creations you'd be on display

I'm not waiting around to pick you up off the ground
I'm not waiting around I'm not waiting around

Cause you got a problem with me I can tell
That you got a problem with being yourself