I sleep deeply every night 

in a world that's better than real life

i found a hiding place 

beneath a dirty blanket of distorted bass

there's music in my head 

i heard a gasoline voiced mixed with marlboro reds singing:

"pick up your head again...

if you want to be king

then nobody must keep you down..."

and yes now i'm back from the dead

i'm gonna turn it up loud inside your head

with the sound of many days 

when we could feel the cheap drugs 

squeezing through our veins

like a million girls and boys 

i'm just another grainy brick in a wall of noise

i really missed you yesterday 

and just for a moment

something was reeling me in 

someone was breathing me in


but i lived in the slip of your frown 

and this place has been getting me down


you hung out for my suicide

you were pushing it down the airsupply

but you never did try to find the time

to let us be together in your cage or mine

and since you never noticed me 

well how about you open up your eyes and see me now

Music fills my empty bones 

And some times it seems it's the only place I've left to go

Hey hey hey

Happy Birthday anyway