Foo Fighters - Good Grief

Since i'm putting down all
Of the true things around but i like it
I handed down the crown
Given the jewels and the answers of may
The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When i think about it the wind blows i hate it
Run me out of town
Somewhere a move might intended a gown at
Pissed at all the bowels
Always the blues and a delicate smile
Missed all of the sideways
Gull and noun
Chills and petty band-aids
Wrapped around
I hate it