You've got glue in your feathers What brought you to this A flightless bird surrounded by red-handed kids In their borrowed black sheeps' clothes Yeah everybody's in on the joke... So practice your boredom Look a thousand times removed 'Cause only a freak would sing in a crowded waiting room They would turn you out in the cold Now that everybody's in on the joke... Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb If you want some... But naming the feeling Just k**s the charade And if flowers should bloom upon your wallpaper face It'll follow you everywhere you go Now everybody's in on the joke.
Desire only burns and Envy's always green A mind can only race and a heart can only beat There's these towering neon signs we must uphold To keep out the blackness And run with the blue Now only a fool would sing as if he's telling the truth Kid, just swallow down that lump in your throat Because everybody's in on the joke Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? There's a perfectly good poison..... Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb If you want some...