Stand in line
Waste my time
On my dime
But we’re gonna feel so fine

What you said
In my head
Yeah, that’s no way to live
We belong dead

Got a head full of air and a pocket of blues
I got money and spend and plenty of friends to lose

What will we tell the kids
About what we did?
Yeah, that’s no way to live
Better to keep it hid

Rolling the guilty dice
Burning through all that’s nice
Melting the polar ice
And we’re gonna do that twice

It’s a world of hurt but you know it’s fine
I’m devoting my entire life to crime
No one blinks or even rolls their eyes
You don’t need a clock with wings to make time fly

Drive my car
Near is far
Yeah, that’s no way to live
The future is perfect!

Got a head full of air and a pocket of blues
Money to spend and plenty of friends to lose
There’s nothing left here that I would choose
On a ship of fools you’ll never pay your dues

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