And it’s always the same old story
Repeated a thousand times
And everything we say
is written in sand with confused lines
And I sing a song about this battle
And later cringe to hear
that nothin’ is forever
’cause life is really a dope
It’s no coincidence
A murder might actually be the best way out
A voice on the phone
Says that my life is a cliche’
Huge flocks of birds
Passed overhead while we wait…
…to I sing a song about this battle
And later cringe to hear
that nothin’ is forever
’cause life is really a dope
It’s no coincidence
A murder might actually be the best way out