| my mind’s locked up in a world that
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| i don’t know
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| the end is coming soon
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| i think i’ll lose control
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| staring out my window and it feels fine
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| well… i’m sending all my signals
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| but i stiffen so im long
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| said i’m sending all the signals
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| that i do not have a home
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| i said my month in up in armour
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| say i really wasnt scared
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| say my month in up in armour
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| but i do not have a way
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| things are happening
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| so really do we ever live so fast
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| theres a concert
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| oh but what a fucking blast
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| my bags are packed in all rugged up theres one thing left to say
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| i’ll make you take the fall then im doin it my own way
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| my mind’s locked up in a world that
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| i don’t know
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| the end is coming soon
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| i think i’ll lose control
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| a re you happy working mornings
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| are you happy working nights
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| are you happy on your time off
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| when your high?
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| here we go were back again
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| in the same rut withthe same friends
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| doin it like we did the year before
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| ya got no money got no car,
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| got no woman so there you are
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| your empty, sold out and depressed
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| well you can run and you can hide
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| from the trouble that is deep inside
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| your master of your own destiny and fame
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| things to do gotta place to go gotta cut the line
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| gotta make the next show
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| gotta make everything work out alright
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| what do we have to say for ourselves…
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| i dunno i dunno i dunno |