my mind's locked up in a world that

i don't know

the end is coming soon

i think i'll lose control

staring out my window and it feels fine



well... i'm sending all my signals

but i stiffen so im long

(that's not it, but it sounds funny)

said i'm sending all the signals

that i do not have a home

i said my month in up in armour

say i really wasnt scared

say my month in up in armour

but i do not have a way



things are happening

so really do we ever live so fast

theres a concert

oh but what a fucking blast

my bags are packed in all rugged up theres one thing left to say

i'll make you take the fall then im doin it my own way



my mind's locked up in a world that

i don't know

the end is coming soon

i think i'll lose control



are you happy working mornings

are you happy working nights

are you happy on your time off

when you're high?



here we go we're back again

in the same rut with the same friends

doin' it like we did the year before

ya got no money ya got no car,

got no woman so there you are

you're empty, sold out and depressed



well you can run and you can hide

from the trouble that is deep inside

your master of your own destiny and fame

things to do

gotta place to go

gotta cut the line

gotta make the next show

gotta make everything work out alright



what do we have to say for ourselves...

i dunno i dunno i dunno




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