So here's another fucking song That can't change the world. Everybody come and sing along Cuz the same old shit never gets old. Do you think i'm kidding? I don't know if i am Cuz on the days i can't get out of bed Without this same old shit i think i'd be dead So here's another fucking song:
. . . and in a dream i saw you You tore your hand from mine and You said "love isn't worth it, dear We're just killing time between infinite quiet And i know you're starving We're all wearing thin But kid, you'll want to shut your heart You've let the heat out and let the cold in."
So how have i been doing? I've never been better. I've never been so fucking sure That antarctica is everywhere. There's still no sign of purpose So i'll say what i mean:
The real world's just another con. The good kids have all got it wrong And if the sun don't shine for us We'll take the night and carry on. The real world's just another con. Coffin bound with the captured pawns And if the sun don't shine for us Then in the dark, we'll sing along . . .
The real world's just another con But this is so much more then just one more song And if the sun don't shine for us We'll take the night and carry on. You can take the path of the living dead I'll be resistant to the end. It's my hope against hope: I'm not the only one (you're not the only one)