Are we, are we ready now?
The curtains pull onto big band's fans
The crowd stares at your second song
Fidgeting they got the cell phones on
Anxious, is it over yet?
Gotta get through this
Gotta get through this somehow
Nothing, nada
Can save you from yourself
Give us something, not nada
No roses to rain down
It's a train wreck when you come unglued
Mother's here and her friends are, too
So you crawl into a dark recess
Behind your eyeballs at the back of your skull
But you can't hide so you peek back out
As you emerge (oh oh oh, oh oh oh)
We all converge: free!
Nothing, nada
Can save you from yourself
Gimme something, not nada
Kisses and roses rain down
Demo, record
An etching half-rubbed out
Rhythm, tempo
Fight, fight yer way out
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