I've got a worn out head A worn out lover I've got worn out shoes That won't fit the others I've got a worn out head A worn out brother It's my only one Don't tell my mother Why don't we understand? When we get by and we make friends, we make amends? We realise we've become an atom one We're waiting for the truth to land in everyone And when it's said and done A butterfly relocates And a storm will come I've got a worn out head A worn out lover I've got a worn out head I don't judge the others I've got a worn out head A worn out brother It don't take a sec To choose the other What's wrong with the bigger plan? We sanctify a new messiah and pray again We realise everyone's replaceable Waiting for the 'next true love' to hit and run And when it's said and done A butterfly relocates And a storm will come No rest for the weary men To satisfy a deeper lie of ignorance We realise everyone's true to none Waiting for the next best thing is a common song All the world's a stage and we are merely players And then it's said and done Give your heart away to all the freaks and fakers And when the day is done And the smoke has cleared And the dreams have vapored Another one suffocates A butterfly relocates