It's the final act. Director's curtain call. And this all star cast. Of beautiful. Men and womyn alike. Is only complimented. By the wonderful sets. And the scripts of gold....
(Ba-dop-ba-dop, ooh-ooh-ooh) [x4]. . I felt my girlfriend fall asleep. In my arms and when I looked down. It suddenly occurred to me. How far I'd go to keep her now.
Wake up every morning everyday. To the same sad face. No sleep for me. No sleep for me. . Mourning everyday. . And I find it. Yeah I find it. So hard.
You can be tired because you never sleep at night. You can be stressed because your work's not going right. Feeling depressed 'cause all your friends have let you down.
What it took for us to survive---what it took: both can't survive. To sing our songs in 3/4 time---what it took: both can't survive. Like a rusted through '76 Oldsmobile.
Last night. I watched my eyes turn blood red. So yes, I should have never left this bed. Went to visit with past friends. But instead I wished this was how I'd never end.
I've seen a rising statue. Next to a crumbling building. And a city scapes call to arms--yeah, yeah. . So we've got our fists out--rising up. To show our numbers--you're falling down.
[Verse]. a rich bastard in his office laughing. while his slaves downstairs. lives are crashing. . [Chorus]. so take this job asshole. and shove it. .
It's .. I'm already laughing. Give me what's mine. and I'll go. . I've covered the cost. of my only funeral. it's back to the drawing board. and I'll run.
Retrace all my steps, which helps when I start to forget.. You stick out to me, like the sorest of thumbs ever seen.. I pray my whole day, to see what disasters we live that could call out her name.
Quiet little voices creep into my head. I'm young again. I'm young again. I'm young again. I'm young again. . Quiet little monsters creep into my bedroom wall.
I've been thinking to myself. Aren't we just the picture of health?. The one you see through the window. The one where all goes well. . At times there's nothing worse.
With balloons tied loose around your neck. I can't help but wait with baited breath. With an eye for your madness. Or a glimpse of your sadness to be unveiled.
I have torn through the pages of the years I have wasted. And I've stolen all my stories, that I've copied and pasted. Is this about me now? Still about me now.
Right foot. Followed by her left foot. We'll guide you home before your curfew. And into your bed. Standing on our tip-toes. Peering through open windows.
If I was a writer, I'd write my opinions. And save them for later. Just to see how wrong I could be. . If I was a painter, I'd paint all my rainbows. in different colors, or probably just black and grey.
With her elbows on her table. And her eyes lowered in her battle. Should we carry on when you're tired of your old thing?. The one you see every morning.
And I've been walking in circles and squares. and circles again. Kept chasing my tail. it would help if I knew where it ends. And life in a coma. could be quite fun.
I buried my head in the sun. There's use in us making plans. if there's breath in my lungs. . I'm keeping myself to myself. Still gathering dust on that shelf.
[Intro]. I lost my crown. When it hit the ground. With an almighty thud. I went to pick it up. And reveal my weaknesses to the crowd. . [Verse 1]. And I lost my home.