Not the one to live or die alone

Or keep a chain around the telephone

If there's a fortune at my fingers it'll be a crime

Struck down on the dirty floor

Ten locks on the cellar door

I haven't slept for weeks and I'm doing fine


In a better world I'd save the children overseas

In another life I'd play a meaner brand of god

Such good intentions never standing in the fore

And I swear it's me never letting go


You can't fail if you've never tried

Crouched down from the view outside

Foot steps in time with a ticking heart

So tired of the endless days

Payback for my selfish ways

Feels like I've lost before I even start