The singer said singing was his first love
Before professing it'd be his last
I thought
Man, that's quite a profession to spill into an hourgla**
But I did the same thing
And I've got an hourgla**
She's my best friend
But this ain't about friends
And it ain't about me
It's about what makes your hair curl and your blood boil
'Cause
You're a liar
A coward
And a clown
But there's about two million of those in my hometown
Oftentimes
The blackout drunk decisions of a power hungry few
Are absurd enough to outweigh the sum
Of every soul in this village
It happens every day where I'm from
I'm sitting on the couch in the underground jazz bar
It's a Friday night
Everybody's walking around trying to be cool
Trying to be trendy like a good old fashioned HAL 9000
Here we go
Give me some soul
Give me some pa**ion
Give me some energy
I'm like
Give me some life
Give me some pa**ion
Give me some energy
But I'm a liar
A coward
And a clown
Like almost everyone in every town
Oftentimes
The blackout drunk decisions of a powerful few
Are absurd enough to outweigh the sum
Of all the life in the West Village
If there is any left
It happens every day where you're from
There must be something I can dream tonight
There must be something I can dream