But just so I'm not being a total bastard, here's a working-on-the-fight-scene song.

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One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait for confident reply
Yeah truth is stark and leaves its mark as limited constraints
And the most difficult part is accepting what the future may bring

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Whither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't be sure of anything any more

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate or cast an earnest eye
Yeah judgment comes in many forms but never scarce or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong in their delight

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Prejudicial waters wash over me
A lifetime of scrutiny
And the words just don't equate with sense or sanity any more

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams and no one left to blame
Yeah is it possible to win this pointless mortal game?
'Cause when death comes it's swift and my friends we end up all the same

Oh it feels like a lifetime of scrutiny
Whither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't remember anything any more

- Bad Religion
"Scrutiny"
New Maps of Hell (2007)

-Joe-