I was wondering how you're feeling
  I thought I saw you kneeling
  And holding your gut last night
  It looked like you were praying
  But I heard someone saying
  You had been in an awful fight
  You get the worst of it everytime
  Lashing out with no reason or rhyme
  To lose all this rage, at so tender an age
  Little baby growing up in a rat cage
  
  Chorus 1:
  Are you ready for the fallout?
  Who you gonna call out?
  When does it finally come to blows?
  I think that you're forgetting
  The blood that you'll be letting
  Has a price on it, no one knows
  You may be suffering in your sleep
  You may be getting in way too deep
  And you may not care for advice that I share
  If you want it then I'll be there
  
  Chorus 2:
  Soon you will learn how to swallow a tear
  So when you're old you can cry in your beer
  Do you spit at the face staring back in the mirror?
  Do you have any self respect?
  
  Chorus 2
  
  Well what the hell did you expect?
  
  Chorus 1
  
  Are you ready for the fallout?
  Who you gonna call out?