Redefine yourself See it in your mind This is all a game This is my fortune Well I see, because this is my window Your questions, with every move I make So much time, I filled up with answers To why my feet, will always hold their ground Need to be the

I want to go home Take off this uniform and leave the show And I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know Have I been guilty all this time?

Now that I have found you I must hang around you 'Tho you may refuse You will never lose me If the human race is Full of happy faces It's because they all love That wonderous thing, they call love He loves and she loves

Someday, baby When the blood runs cold in my veins This is a mean ole' world Baby, to live in all by yourself I said a mean, mean, mean ole' world To live in all by yourself When you can't get the woman you're loving Because she's loving somebody else I

Because the cost of living About the situation Is getting so high, high, high” It's really so high, high, high Is getting so high, high, high About everything And this is what he said He told me, “Famine, famine, famine

Whoa, whoa, whoa yeah. Is there a place I can go? Is there a way to get me there? If I've forgotten what to say It's because all words are dust. If this is really what you think, How come you won't look me in the eye? All this crying in your sleep As I

Which came first, the music or the misery? We're high-fashion, we're last chances And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your friend Because they've got me in a band where I've never seen a heart I couldn't break It was never about the songs, it

Soon you'll not remember anything Because father it's always today But then someday neither will I Tomorrow though is nothing to fear Life won't flash before your eyes Instead we'll fall away then melt like snow The secret storms of your wild youth Now

Because the times are getting so hard All I can buy is beer and wine Please go out to Washington for me Since this recession I'm losing my baby, Yes, since this recession I'm losing my baby, Yes, I have to stop running around, Man, you know it's breaking

They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is