In the age of diagnosis
We've all got something
Drive in past the killing fields
But keep the motor running

Bargain with the Devils
They were friends without warning
In the age of diagnosis
We've all got something

Battle tested hidden scars
You never see 'em coming
The young ones think it's so bizarre
The old ones think it's slumming

Fend 'em off with big cigars
Now everybody's staring
Battle tested hidden scars
Grow up and need repairing

Blowing out a birthday bar
On fire in the morning
Turning over new leaves
So predictable and boring

If you never go off script
How will you ever find your bearings?
Coach 'em up from near and far
There's medicine in sharing

If there's nothing wrong with you
We're sure to make it up
We'll find what's defective
If we look long enough