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