Have you heard the news?
Bad things come in twos
But I never knew 'bout the little things
Every single day
And I'm through with the stories
And I'm sick of my shoes
And the walking and the talking
It's got nothing to do
with the final solution
It's a box full of tricks
And I'm through with repairs
When there's nothing to fix
Let the headlines wait
Armies hesitate
I can deal with fate
but not the little things
Armageddon may
With (my violent curse ?)
And a bucket of tears i could
Look at the sunlight
and I'd feel no fear
With a mountain of maybes
And some Icarus wings
And I'm honored delusions
And one little thing.