'm the best there is At putting myself down Here's to looking at trading places With anyone in town The way you light that cigarette Smoke never hits your
bare your soul upon the lyric sheet The pain you feel behind closed doors of your penthouse suite The tour bus and the backstage pass The record company kiss your
the good things, now I want to come back I'm not complaining about the life I'm in If I did, I wouldn't know where to begin So I will shut up, turn
I'll keep moving till the day I die To the dance, dance-ecution I feel the rhythm till my final hour Dance, dance, dance-ecution I'm not feeling so low
Head is up your arsehole as you move along Walk around pretending that there is nothing wrong Don't like thinking of whose getting your rent or Environment
Ever felt you've been at the bottom of the barrel There isn't any sunlight and there's no room To extend your arms and legs Have you ever felt like someone
I've had enough, the morning papers chill me to the bone Eyes sewn shut, stilted conversation breaking up Heads cracking up, biological depression, drugs
, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your face It's alright, you can't see your face at all It's alright, you can't see your
mistakes Not good at fighting and I'm no good in bed Thought it was raining when you pissed down my leg I'm having trouble with my Saturday night Thought your
I don't feel comfortable in the emperor's new clothes I talked of ecstasy, you said 'I'll have one of those I wouldn't listen, no I wouldn't change my
Black it out like a war-torn city, black it out I still deny, I will decide, I will deny Positively charged most of the time Take a breathe and toe the
Hey there believers Best thing I can do is keep you all in the dark Hey there believers Thanks for another sympathetic remark But I can't see who is
we don't ask why, We laugh, we cry, cross our hearts and hope to die Blowing ballons, no ones immune, Hum a sad, sad tune, Flower squirts your face,
I've been living on a quarter of speed And I don't wanna die I'm damn near drowned in a pile of sick No, I don't wanna die Smashed up face in a parking
the resolution skills to walk away It never happens quite that way Do you want to start a war? Do you want to stand up and keep your head held high?
where it ends is still a mystery, Laugh, you're not alone, In feeling trapped inside this cycle on your own Break out, It's not too late, Protecting your
the good things now I want to comes back, I'm not complaining about the life I'm in, If I did I wouldn't know where to begin, So I will shut up, turn
You bear your soul upon the lyric sheet The pain you feel behind closed doors of your penthouse suite The tour bus and the backstage pass The record company kiss your
