The voice of our age is singing sad sad songs
And I'm doing my best to keep from adding yet another one
I heard is said that the writing's on the wall
But I must need some glasses, 'cause the words are out of focus
Pick it all apart until there's nothing left but pieces
Makes it easy to forget just what it looked like when it was whole
But drink is not a band-aid for you saddle sore brain
And time is not a doctor, so get out of the rain.

Smudge the sun across the sky, your thumb will do the trick
Then paint your face with AV rays, 'till cancer makes you sick
The words become art when the meaning fades away
So speak your mid, dig your grave, and then decide to die another day
The villains turn to heroes and the spiders turn to flies
The cats and dogs all eta themselves, it's time we closed our eyes
The days all fade way and we're still rotting in our skin
But don't pick a fight with time my friends, I guarantee you'll never win.

The voice of our age is singing sad sad songs
And I'm doing my best to keep from adding yet another one.