You talk of ills to come
I heard you well
You fail to pass
I'd rather turn my back and all the rest
I won't be around
Take
Take all you've said and done
You know
I'd rather run
When friends are lining up
To watch your face
You'll greet them with
Dull pieces of your life
To throw away
Well I don't play
So wish me well
You beg for a friend
But all is said and done
You know I'm on the run
You can't have it all
I'd rather rather rather rather rather rather rather rather run
You can't have it all
There is no other rope I'd like to break (or There is no other life I'd like to take?)
I'm not that kind
You talk of years to come
I heard you well
A shame I won't be around
You can't have it all
You can't have it all
You can't have it all