| Don’t you ever wonder why
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| Nothing ever seems to change?
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| If it does it for the worst
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| Seems it’s just a modern curse
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| Sometimes, when I take a peek
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| Outside of my little cage
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| Everyone looks so asleep…
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| Will they die before they wake?
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| And, hey… Don’t you know? |
| We’re just products of our time and…
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| Hey… what do you say? |
| Show me yours; |
| I’ll show you mine…
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| Better dumb and happy than
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| Smart and without any friends!
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| Better cute and better loud;
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| Better join up with the crowd…
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| Keep up or be left behind;
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| There’s a dust storm in my mind…
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| Seems I can’t see straight these days:
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| Doesn’t matter, anyway
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| And, hey… Don’t you know? |
| We’re just products of our time and…
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| Hey… what do you say? |
| Show me yours; |
| I’ll show you mine…
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| Hey… what do you say? |
| Hey… what do you say? |
| Please, don’t ever…
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| Oh, God, here’s that question now! |
| The one that makes me go insane!
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| I’d gladly tear my heart out if you never, never, never, never change…
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| Do you want to change?
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| Do you want to change right now?
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| Do you want to change?
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| I like my stupid life just the way it is
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| And I wouldn’t even change for a thousand flying pigs!
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| And I like you… just the way you are
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| And I like your face just the way it is
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| And I wouldn’t even trade for a herd of screaming kids
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| And I like you… just the way you are
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| I like you, though you may not like me back;
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| I would dazzle you with brilliance, if I only had the knack —
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| 'Cause I like you… just the way you are
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| I like this life just the way it is
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| And the castles all around me have been melting now for years
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| And it kills my brain to think of all the time I wasted here:
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| All the efforts, sweat and broken hearts, the screaming and the tears
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| And I’m dreaming again…
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| Floating in a pool of mud
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| Try to get back where I was and I…
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| Don’t really care…
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| Got a little talking to
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| By the mirror in my room and I…
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| Don’t really care…
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| Whispering voices from the dead
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| Come from underneath my bed and I…
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| Don’t really care…
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| I like my stupid life just the way it is
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| And the chaos that surrounds me like a flock of screaming pigs
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| And it hurts my brain to think of all the stupid things I’ve said…
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| And if I could change the future I would change the past instead
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| And I’m dreaming again… and I’m dreaming again…
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| Baby… sometimes I worry about you…
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| Sometimes you’re so far away: tell me what to do!
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| I say, baby… sometimes I worry about you…
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| Sometimes I just can’t believe everything you do…
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| I say, baby… sometimes I worry about you…
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| Everyday I feel the same; |
| don’t you feel it too?
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| I say, baby… sometimes I worry about me…
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| Seems I’m falling down a lot, in-between the scenes…
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| I say, baby… sometimes I worry about me…
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| Getting harder all the time, harder now to see…
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| I say, baby… sometimes I worry about me…
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| Light another cigarette, have another dream
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| It’s the same thing every day, nothing ever seems to change and I…
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| Do you really want to? |
| Really want to?
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| Hey… what do you say? |
| Hey… what do you say? |
| Please, don’t ever…
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| Testaments and growing pains:
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| Tranquilizers for the soul
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| Nothing ventured, nothing gained —
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| Evolution’s cruelest joke
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| Why is everyone upset?
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| I once knew, but I forget
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| Something happened, something strange;
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| Something it appears has changed
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| And, hey… Don’t you know? |
| We’re just products of our time and…
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| Hey… what do you say? |
| Show me yours; |
| I’ll show you mine…
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| Hey, what do you say? |
| Hey, what do you say? |
| Please, don’t — please!
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| Oh, God, here’s that question now! |
| The one that makes me go insane!
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| I’d gladly tear my heart out if you never change!
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| Never change!
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| Never change!
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| Never change!
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| Never! |
| Never! |
| Never! |
| Never!
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| Change… |