Can't we be friends He's going to turn me down and say I'll let her turn me down and say Though he gave me the air He was sigh and wonder why What a flop, this is how the story ends I thought I'd found the man of my dreams Now it seems, this is how the

Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me

The world is on the brink The brink of our extinction The end of an era The end of a genre Do the joy, do, do, do Do the shouts, do, do, do Do the cries, do, do, do Do the smiles, do, do, do Building a sepulture and fading to the ground

And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now I'm out of touch, I'm out of love I'll pick you up when you're getting down And if you're broken I'll mend ya And keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now I'm out of sight,

Boomerang my head Forever a Lake Effect kid Again and again I got a pocket full of deadliness Opium den mother forget my head At the dead-end called Unsteadiness Into the city I grew up in To the city I grew up in (into the city I grew up in) Again and

Maybe then that's when I'll finally say I'm sorry Maybe when I leave I'll lead a life less empty Maybe we were waiting way too long to end this soap opera story You'll accept just half of all these consequences Why didn't you, why didn't I, why couldn't

When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory ever green I`m with you once more, under the stars And down by the shore, an orchestra`s playing And even the

Awaken, ruinous fiend of early generations Your rotting corpse is restored Straighten your limbs, brush off the dust Withered bandages restrain you no more Severed heads accent the gates Bones emerge from the sands Proof of your reign remains I, your

I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and

Bringing together you and me Taking in that frequency, yeah Of the love that we should know Slow down pretending that you know Where we're supposed to go through generations Of just getting told, don't question the control Working on to buy a life before