never heard a word you said now And I ain't just being mean 'Cause all we are is what we're told And most of that's been lies It's like a made for TV
I don't remember it doesn't ring a bell And when you call me everything is swell I tend to forget about the times we had And now it doesn't matter '
I'm a fortunate son of a fortunate son Living large on the wrong side of town Too many friends and the fun never ends Drinkin' and hangin' around I
Said you're burnin' up inside, no one seems to tell You're living from a personalized manual from hell Life is pretty easy when it's from my easy chair
to speak There's knowledge wrapped in blankets on the street. A visionary coward says that anger can be power As long as there's a victim on TV And
in a shop Watching little sister by myself Robbed a wishing pond In a fleeting bond Vowed to share the wealth Scooping up the coins A warning shot
alone Long way down, I don't think I'll make it on my own I never put you down, I never pushed you away Take another piece of me Give my mind a new
s a shame But if you could hide beside me Maybe for a while And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell em' your name And scars are souvenirs
fear 'cause I can feel it like a curse Well, you used to be a folk singer, now you're just a joke singer Ain't no smokin' dope singer, swingin from a
'cause that's all I need So take a little step back to the stone age with me. Go! Well I hear a strange noise as I lie in mybed I feel a lotta water
round the block till six a.m. The thermometer's at minus five degrees And I'm wondering where all that hard earned money goes To her head or towards a
Nothin's different now but nothin' seems the same and it's alright. Your optimistic views your hundred dollar running shoes and Carpel tunnel syndrome we all had a
Yeah I'm fadin' And I call out No one hears me Never been, never felt, never thought I'd say a word Weighed down Safe now You're naked inside your
a shame But if you could hide beside me maybe for a while And I won't tell no one your name And I won't tell 'em your name Scars are souvenirs you never
Nothin's different now but nothin' seems the same and it's alright Your optimistic views, your hundred dollar running shoes and Carpel tunnel syndrome we all had a
Mamma's in a shop Watching little sister by myself Robbed a wishing pond In a fleeting bond Bound to share the wealth Scooping up the coins A warning
