She looks pretty good in blue, she's worn it out a lot. You look good on paper too, when actually you're not. She's not looking anymore for someone to feel sorry for, so don'cha come ‘round no more. She's got pretty fake eyelashes, slanted plastic glasses, everyone who passes says she looks beautiful. But don't even think about asking her to dance ‘cause in your sackcloth and ashes, you're never gonna have a chance. Sackcloth and ashes. She smeared you with her fingerprints just because she could. She's not sorry for her sins as long as she looks good. How can she have so much fun knowing all the things she's done? She's bad, she's strong, or maybe she's stupid. But she's got pretty party dresses, manic panic tresses. She believes that less is more where you're concerned, and you can only dream about the places that she's been. ‘Cause in your sackloth and ashes, they're never gonna let you in. One day maybe you'll be way beyond this silly habit you've put on. Tough and strong enough and wrong and wrong enough for long enough to belong there. But till that day comes along, you'll be sullen and regretful, querelous and fretful, carrying a head full of evil thoughts. And there'll be lots of girls and people who want to know where you stand. But in your sackcloth and ashes, you'll never make them understand...sackcloth and ashes, sackcloth and ashes, sackcloth and ashes, they're never gonna understand.

Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba. My life till now has been filled with doubt. Here I am because there's no other place I can go. But I can see you're a lot like me. So maybe you know somewhere people like us can go, where we won't get kicked out cause we've got a lot to talk about. After years of research I think I've figured it out: It's the little things that get you down. It's the bigger things that you can't get around. And it's way too flat on the middle ground. But everything else is wide open, so let's go. Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba. Teacher please, don't be such a tease. Give me some kind of sign, not detention this time. The things that we used to do have been turned into a zoo by people who say all the things that we used to say. And if we say them again, we're gonna sound just like them. After years of remorse I've finally taken it in: It's the little things that get you down. It's the bigger things that you can't get around. And it's way too flat on the middle ground. But everything else is our oyster, everything else is a picnic. Everything else is terrific, so let's go. Ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba ba.

Go! I've been up all night, all down all day, because we're such a good couple, but you're so far away. What you are is the best and that's nothing less than the one I wanna waste the rest of my whole life with. Yes, indeed. You're guarenteed to everything I'll ever need. I'm wasting my life away, and I know I'll be sorry one day. But all I ever wanted to do is this and have someone to waste it with. So anything you want to do, I just wanna do it with you. I'm not a cool dude, I don't have a tatoo, or a big cadillac or a backwards baseball hat. I'm not too tall and I can't play basketball. I can't do much but still you wanna touch it all. Yeah you do, I do too. Why would I lie? Everything I said is true. I'm wasting my life away, and I know there'll be hell to pay. But till then I wanna be with you and try to help you waste yours too. And anything you wanna do, I just wanna do it with you. I just wanna do it with you, I just wanna do it with you. Anything you wanna do, I just wanna do it with you- Go! We're so far apart and the trouble is that I can't take BART out to where you live. But I've got it all planned, we'll meet halfway and then we'll feel so grand when we're hand in hand. And we're walking, we're walking. I love you, and it's not just the prozac talking. I'm just a simple man who you could do much better than. Still I ask respectfully, will you waste your life with me? Then anything you wanna do, I just wanna do it with you. I just wanna do it with you, I just wanna do it with you. Anything you wanna do, I just wanna do it with you. Go!

This is what I vow: She shall have my heart to keep; sweetly will we stir and sleep. All the years, as now. Swift the measured sands may run; love like this is never done; she and I are welded one: This is what I vow. This is what I pray: Keep her by me tenderly; keep her sweet in pride of me. Ever and a day. Keep me from the old distress; let me, for our happiness; be the one to love the less: This is what I pray. This is what I know: Lovers' oaths are thin as rain; love's a harbinger of pain. Would it were not so. Ever is my heart a-thirst; ever is my love accurst; She is neither last nor first: This is what I vow.

You're so swell. And I can tell you love me, amazingly, and I love you as well. Day by day, come what may, you don't hesitate to exaggerate, and say that it's okay. Everybody else is trying to push me around. Kicking me and picking on me, running me down. Knocking off my glasses and stomping them into the ground. When they've been doing it again, I've got to thank you for not being one of them. Thank you for not being one of them. As it stands, there's still a chance you'll hear me calling as I'm crawling from the garbage cans. The kids are having fun, proud of what they've done. Later that night, we hold each other tight and plot their destruction. Hey hey faggot, hey cry baby cry. I hate them all and I want them to die. You whisper to me sweet techniques we could murder them by. When they've been doing it again, I've got to thank you for never joining in. Thank you for not being one of them. Thank you for not being one of them. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh.

Let me introduce you to our dumb little band. You might find it hard to understand. We've got a show, even though we know no one's gonna go. We'll crank our second Marshall Stacks' dumb little knobs; we're paying for them with our dumb little jobs. The guy at the bar says he thinks we're okay. We kind of remind him of Green Day. But it's a dumb little band, and there's not much to say. Maybe we'll see you when we play in some big empty room one day. We do a record every year that nobody's gonna hear or understand--a dumb little band. Every year we self-destruct a bit. We break up when our drummer quits. We talk him into doing one more show and then the bass player quits and we break up again. We don't know how to be regular guys, or what to do with our dumb little lives. We don't have anything to prove; we'll be in trouble if we ever do. Because it's a dumb little band, but we travel through the land. We unpack all our stuff from our dumb little van. We play some songs and then we pack it up again, hand in hand--a dumb little band. Not exactly in demand. Our friends are all busy with their own affairs, becoming punk rock millionaires. They're taping their live album at the Hollywood Bowl, we're taping our flyers to the telephone pole. It's a dumb little band, and nobody knows why we keep on having shows even though nobody goes. We keep rolling along, playing our dumb little songs, hand in hand--a dumb little band...

I keep losing everything, and I think I'm losing myself in this empty space caused by all the things I've lost. I keep losing everything I get, I lose track of time and I don't know where I'm at. Sometimes I forget the alphabet too. But oo oo oo oo, I'm hangin' on to you, ‘cause you're the only thing I got left to lose. And I can't let you disappear, so I'm not gonna screw this up here. If it's the last thing I ever do, I'm hangin' on to you. When I look at your face, I feel like I gotta place my hand on your knee surreptitiously. On top of each kiss I'm stealing, you know that I can't stop unpeeling you. I feel so down when I'm not feeling you up. So oo oo oo oo, I'm hangin' on to you, ‘cause you're the only thing I got to hang on to. I can't let you get away, I can't think of a better way. If it's the last thing I ever do, I'm hangin' on to you. Hangin' on to you. Oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh-ie oh-ie oh. Oo oo oo oo, I'm hangin' on to you, ‘cause you do everything I'm into. Time is of the essence, I'd like to deal with this mess inside. If it's the last thing I ever do, I'm hangin' on to you. Hangin' on to you, hangin' on to you. Hangin' on to you.

Ever since you said our love was dead, I've come to dread what lies ahead. True, I'm going to miss you, but let's not skirt the issue- from now on, everything is going to suck. The future ain't what it used to be, all the same things are gonna happen to me. But they're gonna turn out differently; the future ain't what it used to be. I'll still be bored by the same old stuff, still falling short of close enough. I'm still gonna breathe air, but you're not gonna be there- seems like a pointless exercise. Without you, the future ain't what it used to be, you altered the course of history. Now you're not gonna be together with me; the future ain't what it used to be, the future ain't what it used to be. I've seen this a lot with you, now we'll just have to wait and see. If this new kid you've got with you honors his big promises. Where will you be if it's too good to be true? Start all over with a brand new groupie? It'll be a while before I'll know where I'll be, but when I'm there then I'm there, try to find me. I'll get one more wish in, but there's a strong suspicion- everything will seem a little weak. Now that the future ain't what it used to be, the future ain't what it used to be, the future ain't what it used to be. If you're not gonna be together with me, the future ain't what it used to be.

I fell for you. I'm gonna throw a fit, and if you fall for it, you're gonna fall for me too. Fall for me. Can't you see it's the least you can do? I did it all for you. What have you ever done for me? Well, you snatched me from the jaws of death (that's true). And you rescued me with your last breath (that too). But what have you done for me lately? One two three four! I fell for you. When I saw you there, and it's only fair that you fall for me too. For love is this serious game, where once you lost your shirt, and even more. Kind of a mysterious game, where once you get hurt you start believing more, even more. I was created to fall for you, now I've paraded it all for you. So start falling when I give the signal. Ready? Go! I fell for you. Don't want to sound so stern, but it's your, you've got to fall for me too, you've got to fall for me too, you've got to fall for me too, ooo, ooo.

So this is goodbye more or less, and things have changed a lot, I guess. In such a mess, and so out of hand, though I think it went pretty much as you planned. It was so hazy till my eyes had cleared, now I can see better but it still looks weird. Is that still you lying there? Why can't I find you anywhere? I still don't understand this episode, or why you led us down that road. But I think you knew where it would lead, and how something would come over me. I still don't know just what it was, I guess nobody ever really does know why they do the things they do. Why did I have to follow you? Deep deep down, where it isn't safe to be. ‘Cause I beat you there, and now they're coming after me... You always were the angel in my eyes, now more than ever the term applies. The eyes still see what the soul believes, and you look so pretty underneath the leaves. And though we part forever now, I fell you'll be with me somehow. I believe in God you know, you're still my angel and I love you so. Deep deep down, pretty as the scenery. You're lying under it, but I feel you watching over me... So now I've got to tear myself away because they'll just find me if I stay. They wouldn't understand what we'd been through, or how I did it all for you. All to show you how I cared, it was the last thing we ever shared together, and I'll cherish the memory. And carry a piece of you with me. Deep deep down, where I'm not supposed to be. ‘Cause I buried you there, and now they're coming after me. Deep deep down, deep deep down, ‘cause I buried you there, and now they're coming after me.

Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I do the thing? Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I do the thing? If you let me do the thing, I'll be happy as a king, and I'll do the same for you. Can I, can I, can I , can I, can I, can I have a gun? Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I have a gun? If you let me have a gun, our two hearts will beat as one, and I'll let you have one too. I had a dream: Somebody was doing something, and I think something may have been said, I forget. And the whole wide world turned a rosy red. Can I, can I, can I, can I, can I, can I do it some more? Can I, can I can I, can I, can I, can I do it some more? If you let me do it more, I'll tell you what we do it for, and I'll let you do it too. Can I do the thing? No you can't, no you can't. Can I do the thing? No you can't, no you can't. Can I do the thing? No you can't, no you can't. If you let me do the thing, I'll be happy as a king, and I'll let you do it too. Cha cha cha!

Half my life is spent wondering what to do, or wondering where it went, or why I ever bothered to. At least a hundred times I've wondered why you're not here with me. Or if there's something I could do to make you want to be. I'd do anything for you, but I can never think of anything to do. Just tell me something you want done; I'd be glad to take it on. You could do that, couldn't you? There's nothing I wouldn't do for you. If I could think of anything to do. I'm trying to think of more things within my means. Maybe I could bore my way into your dreams. Elaborate gestures that impressed you, so you'd want to be mine. If I knew what they were, I'd do them all the time. I'd do anything I could, but I can never think of anything that good. And I think it's pretty clear that we'll just wind up sitting here. So try to be a realist. Sit down and write me a list of some. And I'll make sure that everything gets done. We've got some things to finish that some pre-planning won't diminish. Much, and you know I love it, when you take me to the top and then you say don't stop, let's continue; order anything on the menu. Did I mention that the power lies within you? I'd do anything for you, but I can never think of anything to do. It may sound like empty words to you, but if nothing occurs to you, at least take off your wedding ring. I really would do anything for you. If I could think of anything to do. Anything, anything, anything.

I've got this thing somewhere in between empty and dark, always in my heart. I've got this glitch on account of which I don't add up, but I don't give up hope. ‘Cause if you're a bit demoralized and kind of devastated, less than optimistic or frustrated, remember: hey hey hey, oh baby, hey hey hey, oh baby, hey hey hey. We're semi-OK, and that's a whole lot better than we used to be yesterday. Semi-OK is a kinda sorta brand new day. With this development, distressingly content. If you want to see come along with me or just stay where you are. Yeah, actually, just stay there. But my point is this: if you got a glitch, you may not add up, but you're close enough. You'll find life can be kind of cool and not completely terrible, absolutely sort of almost bearable. Wo wo wo, oh baby, wo wo wo oh baby, wo wo wo. We're semi-O, and that's half an "O" more than we had just a while ago. Semi-OK is the semi-best way to go. Semi-OK, wo wo, semi-OK, wo wo, semi-OK. Semi-OK is the semi-best way, it's the semi-cool, semi-swell, semi-all-the-way, kind of semi-superlative, kinda sorta brand new day, new day. Kinda sorta brand new day.

Boy meets girl, girl teases boy, boy looks for something to destroy. He's into her, she's onto him, and that's the way it's always been. She'll be with you if you want her to, unless she finds out that you do. Then somehow she won't want to be, it turns around so suddenly. And I'm like yeah, but she's all no, and I'm all come on baby, let's go, and she's like I don't think so, and I'm going... The search for love and happiness turns out to be a game of chess. You can't move or you flip the board, and you're lying in pieces on the floor. I'm like um, and she's all hey, and I'm all come on baby, let's play, and she's like that's okay, and I'm going... Every day I just want to say I love her madly, but I do it so badly, that when I do, I can't get through. If she even listens, she's way off in the distance. Success in these relationships rests more or less on gamesmanship, and these are ships that I can't board, or keep in order or afford. I'm like yeah, but she's like no, and I'm all come on baby, lets go, and she's like I don't think so, and I'm going. I'm going. I'm going.

I know you're upset with me, but let's call it a truce, ‘cause I don't have the energy to make up an excuse. Down all day and up all night, that's the way I've been though I've heard you say that I should try to take control of my life. I would try to do what you said, but sometimes it's a challenge just to get out of bed. And that's as good as it is ever gonna get, and nothing is happening yet. And everybody knows that- please pass the prozac. Waiting for that prozac moment to arrive, I'll adore that magic moment, glad to be alive. Time to find out if it's true, I think I'm in love with you. Now's the time, but all I do is pace around the room. So we do need to give it a go, I've already wasted half a life-time or so. If I change my mind, how would I know? I need a Dr. Frank-ectomy though, and hope it never grows back- please pass the prozac. Now they're closing in, everybody's yelling at me. They could take a pill or so themselves. There they go again, staring at me, swearing at me. Take the whole bottle too as well. Time to find out if it's true, I think I'm all over you. Now's the time, but all I do is pace around the room. So I'm just waiting for that prozac moment, that prozac moment to arrive, that prozac moment, that prozac moment to arrive, and save my life.

You're the only one for me, I tell you three or four times a day. When you're with me, I'm happy. I'm lost and lonely when you're away. Every night I have to spend without you, my suffering grows ever more and more. I wouldn't suffer like this for just anyone- you're the only one I want to suffer for. You're the only one. Now we've established something precious, but chances are it could go awry. When we find how weak the flesh is, shattered, scattered, hung out to dry. It'll all come out when it's discovered, clearer than the teardrop in my eye. But I don't want to get screwed over by just anyone- you're the only one I want to get screwed over by. You're the only one. My heart is a mess, yes, it's true. I've tried to fix it up just for you. It's not done yet, but it will have to do. Oo woo oo oo. I know there are so many others out there who might like a chance to get a crack at it too. But if my heart's gonna get broken anyway, I'd rather have it get broken by you. You're the only one...