I'm sitting on top of the world Well it's been a long day but i don't like to moan It's the middle of summer and i'm chilled to the bone There's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks I was talking to a

They call it stormy Monday, but Tuesday's just as bad Wednesday's worse, and Thursday's also sad Yes the eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Eagle flies on Friday, and Saturday I go out to play Sunday I go to church, then I kneel down

I breathe the air of freedom Everyone is doing their best to destroy it Simplicity's forgotten And we all drill the ground I stand free I refuse to be surrounded The stones and dust bite hostile Devours flesh and bone The weakest lost in hatred

On my own, counting on a wishbone I'm meant to be a man, but I can't carry everything Tell me, will I ever make it out of here Where did I go wrong? I won't make it out alive A drink to calm the nerves that keep me feeling weak And tell me, will I ever

Building up a stack of bones Keeping up with the Jones Getting us all so jacked and jaded Baby if you're asking me Love is really all we need Everything else is overrated, overrated Or where it is you get your name from We're going down if we don't

But I was there when there was nobody home Please believe me when I say I dunno Gone for good, in fact, but what does it mean? Within a year they always sold and bought Yes, he wore a cowboy hat Each bone broken in his back All the money and all the gold

You can run away with me Anytime you want Don't walk away Until we find our way in the dark and out of harm When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down in crowded rooms And highways I called home

Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go You've got a head full of nothin' But stage, screen and radio You chase autographs every night You write fan mail through the day You keep your great big head in the scrapbook Yes, and you throw the cookbook away

Look how they shine for you Look at the stars And it was all yellow Oh yeah your skin and bones Turn into something beautiful Oh what a thing to do For you I'd bleed myself dry And everything you do

You just a play type of baby. And I ain't got no use for you. Glamour girl, glamour girl I find you'll never do. Now the fastest train that's leavin Is much to slow for me. Glamour girl, glamour girl. I'm cutting out on you Seven days you play the races.