Don't want to hear no more
About you
We've heard it all before
Without you
We only ever took
About you
When did it all become
About you
Don't want hear no more
We've heard it all before
You
About you
Yeah you
You
About you
Don't want to hear no more
We've heard it all before
I can see the look I've seen before
With your eyes to the floor
I see you're the only one with no regrets
But you're still
To forget
I see you're looking for a place to hide
It's an eye
For an eye
You're talking 'bout somethin' that don't exist
Add it on
To the list
You go right back to say what you can say
For the words
In a way
Keep lookin' for some walls to make it stick
But the walls
Don't stick
So you keep lookin' for somewhere to hide
Look around
Pick your type
Keep lookin' for something that don't exist!
Tick it off
On the list
♪
You've seen it all before
Too much
Too soon
You've heard it all before
Too much
Too soon
(Aaaaaaaagh!)
You've heard it all before
(Aaaaaaaagh!)
Too much, too soon
(Aaaaaaaagh!)
You've seen it all before
(Aaaaaaaagh!)
Too much, too soon
♪
Why does it feel like we can be friends
Finally found an issue as the tissue hits the ground
Lookin' for reaction from the action all around
Don't wanna feel like we can be friends
Look at my condition, I don't feel like I'm around
You're a contradiction on a mission lost and found
You were lost
You were found
You were lost
You were found
I hear the sound coming around
Coming around
Sound of the ocean
Filling this place
Looking for space
In the commotion
But this ain't a love song
Never heard before
Give it an answer
Here it comes
To come down
Downtown
You're a son of a gun
It's a nose bleed
New scene
You're a son of a gun
You're fresh and in step
You're a son of a gun
It's a long night
Sunlight
You're a son of a gun
I see a face
You're such a face
Like an actor
Let's you smile
Scare us a while
What a disaster
Give it a good shot
'Caue it wasn't good it enough
This time
Around
Hear the sound
In a new land, old land
You're a son of a gun
If it gets fed, book's read
You're a son of a gun
If the hands die, we ride
You're a son of a gun
Could you phone deep
Your throat's deep
You're a son of a gun
You're a son of a gun
You're a son of a gun
Lookin' back to the end, put it all to the end