| I know this comes as no surprise
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| But the wool’s been pulled over our eyes for years
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| And all the while we sit with our legs crossed
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| As some poor bastard finds he’s lost ten years
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| That’s just another day I live inside my head
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| I’m tired of all the ways that I wish I was dead
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| It’s been so many years I’ve finally figured out a way to keep a good man down
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| I locked you up and threw away the key to all your better days, my bad,
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| my friend
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| There’s so many things you’ll never be, many things you’ll never have, so sad,
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| oh well
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| That’s just another day I live inside my head
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| I’m tired of all the ways that I wish I was dead
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| It’s been so many years I’ve finally figured out a way to keep a good man down
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| As you’re floating through the paces of your day
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| There’s a burning need to get yourself away
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| Everywhere temptation starts to breed
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| The things you know you’ll never need to
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| Satisfy that greed
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| Satisfy that greed
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| I know this comes as no surprise but the wool’s been pulled over our eyes for
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| years, my dear
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| That’s just another day I live inside my head
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| I’m tired of all the ways that I wish I was dead
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| It’s been so many years I’ve finally figured out a way to keep a good man down |