See my shit is getting worse before it's getting better It's like the people got a curse, can't nobody stay together I watch you gun my people down, plus we're killing off each other, no, ooh oh Somebody's gotta take a stand Then some more cops came They

Explosions on the day you wake up Needing somebody and you've learned It's okay to be afraid But it will never be the same I've loved and I've lost You trembled like you'd seen a ghost And I gave in I lack the things you need the most You said where have

Now who will kiss your lips darlin' Who will call you sweetheart Oh who will tell you they love you Oh you once was my little sweetheart Now who's been talkin' to you Somebody's been tellin' you wrong Things a-bout me that you shouldn't believe I miss

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah Is somebody to you Is somebody to you (Yeah you!) Look at me now, I'm falling I can't even talk, still stuttering Everybody's trying to be a billionaire But every time I look at you I just don't care

Come find me Without you I'm a lost boy I'm coming because I need to find you Is anybody there who can rescue Somebody like me 'cause I'm just waiting For somebody like you, somebody like you 'Cause without you I'm a lost boy I've walked for days and

Waiting for your spaceship to land Singing to her belly just to let you know Somebody loves you, you got a friend Even if you don't know it yet Somebody loves you, we're making plans She been in the lab, cooking you up Damn, you growing fast, it's like

Somebody?s watching you Pretty, pretty, pretty as a picture Witty, witty, witty as you can be Blind 'cause your eyes see only glitter Closed to the things that make you free Ever stop to think about a downfall Happens at the end of every line Just when

Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me Somebody help me, yeah I'm stayin' alive Life goin' nowhere, somebody help me, yeah We can try to understand The New York Times' effect on man Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother You're stayin' alive,

Baby you're lost I'm tired of fighting Baby you're a lost cause Fighting for a lost cause Your sorry eyes cut through the bone They make it hard to leave you alone Leave you here wearing your wounds Waving your guns at somebody new There's too many

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into