I could go off the deep end
I can kill all my best friends
I can follow those stylish trends
God knows I can make amends
But I've got an angry heart, filled with cancer and poppy tarts
If this is how you folks make art, well that's fucking depressing
And it's sad to know
That we are not alone
And it's sad to know there's no honest way out
I'm afraid to leave the house
I'm as timid as a mouse
I'm afraid if I go out
I'll out wear my welcome
I'm not a courageous man
I don't have any big, lasting plans
Too cowardly to take a stand
I want to keep my nose clean
And it's sad to know that we're not all alone in this
And it's sad to know there's no honest way out
In this life we lead, we can conquer everything
If we can just get the braves to get out of
Bed in the morning