Please be quiet, everyone's asleep

Stella's locked her door and she's requested some peace

She teaches the English at the American school

She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule

She says it's hard to worry about the future

When your past is knocking at your door

Sweet mistakes and information

Have been her lovers before



Hello, all you losers

You've got nothing to fear

This may not be the end of the world

But you can see it from here



She runs the motors and the music

On the carousel ride

She catches the children on the horses

As they fall through the rye

It's hard to see the future

When your back is bending over your shoes

It's hard holding on to nothing

When you've got nothing to lose



Hello, all your losers

You've got nothing to fear

This may not be the end of the world

but you can see it from here



I guess you heard about Ol' PeeWee

We had to tear his playhouse down

Then they put him in the electric chair

We'll have some fun now



When you see her, give her some compliments on her looks

She'll be wearing a Mardi Gras dress

Coming after you with words and books

We've given you the best seats in the house

So don't be late

St. Peter is at the door

And he ain't no man to wait



Hello, all you losers

You've got nothing to fear

This may not be the end of the world

But you can see it from here



Hello, all you losers

You've got nothing to fear

This may not be the end of the world

But you can see it from here