Listen Can you even imagine how this all went wrong Was supposed to be good trip We're all supposed to feel like we belong
Don't pitch me the script I've got a suggestion for the end of it Don't beat up your computer, don't downplay your soul Don't find it wanting when you've lost control
Just like the stories they tell ya Just like the tripe that they sell ya Just like the damned you say 'hell yeah'
Watch out You can never be certain if anyone is really a friend This could be such a sweet thing We all should be leaving in the end
Your network's gone down No one can connect you up in this town You scoped out a slot, you scooped out a niche You're strutting along on the end of a leash
Just like the stories they tell ya Just like the tripe that they sell ya Just like the damned you say 'hell yeah'
Help me Can't find my way back I feel like I'm already off the map This should have been such a pleasure I thought it would all fall right in my lap
Conversing with cash You've cashed all your chips You fished out my sea, see You dropped all the drips
Just like the stories they tell ya Just like the tripe that they sell ya Just like the damned you say 'hell yeah'
Compositor: Marty Willson-Piper / Peter Koppes / Tim Powles