Right, wrong, what to do Someday it will come to you Hostile Indians, we named a summer camp for you I've got nothing to say I've got nothing to say
I think I know what you mean, but watch what you say 'Cause they'll be trying to knock you down in some way Sometimes it feels like the world is falling
This whole life, is it a dream? I can't tell I got up and I wait then I fell I recall you were all there with me Overjoyed and at peace First time around
Oh with strangers to impress so near Old friends don't realize I'm here I wish two drinks were always in me I pretend I had the perfect ear Take me to
Well I don't feel better When I'm fucking around And I don't write better When I'm stuck in the ground So don't teach me a lesson 'Cause I've already
re no fun, you're no fun I guess everybody's week must have been pretty rough 'Cause everybody is drunk, loud and pissed off I know you hate to be impressed
Everybody sees me But it's not that easy Standing in the light field Standing in the light field Waiting for some action Waiting for some action over
They love you or they hate you But they will never let you be They'll thrill you or sedate you But they will never let you see In the evening sun In
I'm tired of everyone I know Of everyone I see on the street and on TV On the other side, on the other side Nobody's waiting for me on the other side
want trouble, well we might get some We might get some, it's troublesome But don't you worry, you can't help me Killing lies Killing lies Killing lies Killing lies First
Sing me a song you could be Tell me a tale just like me Don't turn it my way, happy and free I'll turn it to shit, happy and free Oh, all that I do,
Some people think they're always right Others are quiet and uptight Others, they seem so very nice, nice, nice, nice, oh Inside they might feel sad and
Two could be complete without the rest of the world Two could be complete without the rest of the world Do it for the people that have died for your sake
Oh, razorblade, that's what I call love I bet you'd pick it up and mess around with it If I put it down, it gets extremely complicated Anything to forget
: Everybody sees me But its not that easy Standing in the lightfield Standing in the lightfield Waiting for some action Waiting for some action Why wont
: Well I don't feel better When I'm fucking around And I don't write better When I'm stuck in the ground So don't teach me a lesson Cause I've already
: Oh, the razorblade, that's what I call love, I bet you'd pick it up and mess around with it If I put it down It gets extremely complicated. Anything
: I'm tired of everyone I know Of everyone I see On the street And on TV, yeah On the other side On the other side Nobody's waiting for me On the other
