作曲 : Mark Everett
 作词 : Everett
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 shit 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