| You know what makes me happy
|
| The things that make you sad
|
| The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
|
| I found my indecision
|
| The product of the media grime
|
| The feel that I control have you press rewind
|
| And now I’m on the wings
|
| Hoping that you’ll hear
|
| Don’t bother to respond
|
| You love to hear me again
|
| And when the sun beams down all of your lies
|
| Close, close, yeah close the light
|
| The sky’s all grey in the barracks I know I’m a lousy hero
|
| The classic i can feel is that of a memory
|
| And you are peering down through parascopic eyes
|
| Close, close, yeah close (conscience)
|
| I try to hide the fact that I’m afraid
|
| We’ll drive the band to Shippensberg
|
| And hope that we get played
|
| And in the end of a season
|
| The voices turn it all off
|
| The things that were so meaningless
|
| 'Til the next one comes along
|
| I try to hide the fact that I’m afraid
|
| We’ll drive the band to Shippensberg
|
| And hope that we get played |