Testo: Armchair Martian. Hang, On Ted. Brodeo.

"So you think it sounds like John Denver?" [laughter]

forgive you, that's what you want
you roll back and you're wasted
and i'm all torn up
all that you lied to me
you were a flower on the wall
i picked the one that was no one there
no one seemed to need
but no one there
sing your song
stand by the idiots and sing along

i'll barely promise here
you will roll back what you're feeling
sorry for all you have done when
you found me in the clear
oh well, but no one there
sing your song
so stand by the idiots and sing along
sing along