The truth comes out when living the straight and narrow
Gossip queens better keep those eyes down low

Take them right off me and put them back on the preacher

As good as it ever will be a freeloader floating at sea

It doesn?t matter if they need me

A house divided

My conscience is a cricket every time I curse you know he writes me a ticket

No one can be free when tied and bound and moved by strings

I cut them down the preacher screams heavy is the burden of Brother Dee
Oh brother come back home

I?m tired of being good you know I want to be bad

But I cry when Jiminy won?t call my name

In the name of Lost Boys everywhere and Marilyn Jean

I don?t care if they don?t like me

But they?re still the very best

My conscience has experience every time I cut myself he stops the bleeding
And what good is freedom when rebellion becomes legal

I cut it down the eagle screams falling to its doom in the bloody sea

Wendy darling praying on her knees heavy weighs the burden of Brother Dee

Oh brother come back home

I?m tired of being good you know I want to be bad

But I cry when Jiminy won?t call my name

In The name of Lost Boys everywhere and Marilyn Jean

I don?t care if they don?t like me

But they?re still the very best