Through rose colored lies

Calling you names from my social island



Why can't I be happy again?

It's the way things are and I can't change them



It's the way



There is no cure!



A lust we can't control

It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?



In a talk that I had with a man who was mad...



It was here, it was there

Couldn't find it anywhere

It was up, it was down

Squares rolling round and round



It was crowded, it was lonely

A show written only for me

Had this sick and happy feeling

I was home again



It was old, it was new

Too many and too few

It was numbing, it was high

And I was laughing the whole time



It was cold, it was warm

It was clear but I saw the storm

Had a clear, distorted feeling

I'd be back again



Call me what you will

Satisfy yourself

Justify your position



Money

It's a problem

It's so much more

I can suppress this hole if I try



It's the way

There is no cure

It's a lust we can't control

It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?



In a nightmare that I had, with a sick, demented man...



Had no fear and no love

No faith in God above

It was truth, it was lies

The searing, burning kind



It was random, it was fate

Too soon and too late

Had this wild mixed up feeling

I was back again



It was death, it was life

A victim's last rights

It was playful, it was hurtful

And I loved it the whole time



It was there in my head

A lusting for the dead

Had this sick and happy feeling

I was home again



This is the slow part

Where the man always finds his way

A sad reflection, a resolution



So safe where you are, listening in your own surroundings

Where are you now, do you have me on while your driving?

Maybe your at home, perhaps in position compromising?



Then there's the five bastards

Playing this song right now

Cashing in on my plight



And who the fuck are they?

Do hey have the nightmares you and I do?

All right, it's okay, let them whore me, they'll get their due

And how 'bout you? You bought this song now just listen



No matter what you think of me

I'm the soul who'll be behind you one day

Tearing your life into little pieces



Hey I'm jealous of you

I can say that now but there's so much more to tell

I have the resolution, the quick solution to your problem

It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?



And the love that I have with this crazy, sick, old friend



It was dark, it was bright

A cold and stormy night

It was real, it wasn't there

I couldn't help but stare



It had started, it was over

Looking over shoulders

Had intense and lonely feelings

I was home again



It was here, it was there

Couldn't find it anywhere

It was up, it was down

Squares rolling round and round



It was crowded, it was lonely

A play written only for me

Had this sick and happy feeling

I was home again