Hoobastank - Afterparty At The Actor's Estate

We said, we said we meant business
And you, you saw it first hand
The evidence sleeps in ditches
And it's caked on our hands

The doctor, the broken neck
The archer stands atop the architect
And breathes through one last cigarette
He says: Though these weren't the best of times
We made the best of it
And tonight we're fingerpainting everything red

How quickly, how quickly we forget
Where we came from
It's so sickening, he better not forget
Where those stains came from

He says: I remember
But these won't get the best of me
He says: This is nothing new to me
We're so strong enough to show them that
These are just the moments when friends turn foes

Enemies just cast you off and watch you float away
Go to the house of the actor's, we'll drink that blood
And celebrate after we break down that door
Settling the score with a pain that
Has never been inflicted before

Those times were too much for me
My heart is so stuck in my throat
That my tongue is on my sleeve again
I've stepped on so many toes that
Believe me, I cannot keep track of them all
The heart is like a hand grenade

We waited to patiently
Long enough to show them that
These are just the moments when friends turn foes
Our enemies will laugh it off and let it go
We write it off as history down
We cannot forget this and you cannot dismiss this
So savour it whole
Don't question it
The best of times is just two steps away

We're fingerpainting everything red