Well how about that, it's a matter of fact.
The life you got is all you'll get.
You better do your best not to fuck it up too much.
Yeah the thing about that is it's the truth you lack.
And you can smoke until your lungs turn black.
The Surgeon General couldn't really give a shit less.
Seasons change and people stay the same.
Each year the whores hike their skirts up a bit more.
We're all just numbers on a cartoon calendar page.
We listen to the music, but it's the lyrics that we all ignore.
Well how about that, it's a matter of fact.
You retraced the words that you never said.
Now you're staring out at a useless blank canvas.
Yeah the truth about that is you're the one who said.
I'm gonna change myself, become a better person. "No, I swear, I really mean it this time." Years they fade, my memory takes the blame.
Each night the girls spread their legs just to make more.
We're all just actors in an ad for the American Dream.
We the people just want peace, but our countries just want to make war.
Everybody everywhere has thought the same things you have.
So don't be afraid to fall in love with a stranger.
Everyone on every street is free to use their body as they please.
So don't be afraid to take some chances once in a while.
Here's the part where you start to think.
That you don't believe in anything.
Words are just words and you're just drunk.
Here's the part where you start to act.
Like you're better off without the things you have.
Once they're gone you'll realize you fucked up again.
Seasons change and people stay the same.
Each year I find a new way to lie a bit more.
We're all gone just as fast as we came.
So I'm not counting on a new life, No no no, Tomorrow here I come.
Darling, you're lovely, but you're awfully naive.
Did you think about when your future might leave ya?
You can't buy the sky, yesterday's not for rent right now, Go find your own forever somewhere else.
Next year's accepting applications, For one night stands and New Years Resolutions.
But don't forget what you got right here, My smile's sometimes fake, but me, I'm real.
Stop debating wars, politics and freedom.
We're all human last time I checked.
If you want to kill a man for the color of his skin.
Then it's obvious to me that you're a goddamn idiot.
We're all free to think the things we want.
But you're too busy with your bullshit to hear us talk.
So now here I stand, in the corner of my Past and I don't want to go. 'Cause it feels good to know what is and what was.
And the Future's just a mirror that I lost for the fear of.
Death and a life without Love.
And just when I thought the world had ended.
The Sun broke through the pitch black sky .
In the most beautiful fucking glow I'd ever seen.
The buildings started singing and my fear finally left me.
I shouted "Goddamn it feels good to be alive again!"