So here's another fucking song
That can't change the world.
Everybody come and sing along
Cuz the same old shit never gets old.
Do you think i'm kidding?
I don't know if i am
Cuz on the days i can't get out of bed
Without this same old shit i think i'd be dead
So here's another fucking song:

. . . and in a dream i saw you
You tore your hand from mine and
You said "love isn't worth it, dear
We're just killing time between infinite quiet
And i know you're starving
We're all wearing thin
But kid, you'll want to shut your heart
You've let the heat out and let the cold in."

So how have i been doing?
I've never been better.
I've never been so fucking sure
That antarctica is everywhere.
There's still no sign of purpose
So i'll say what i mean:

The real world's just another con.
The good kids have all got it wrong
And if the sun don't shine for us
We'll take the night and carry on.
The real world's just another con.
Coffin bound with the captured pawns
And if the sun don't shine for us
Then in the dark, we'll sing along . . .

The real world's just another con
But this is so much more then just one more song
And if the sun don't shine for us
We'll take the night and carry on.
You can take the path of the living dead
I'll be resistant to the end.
It's my hope against hope:
I'm not the only one (you're not the only one)