[Verse 1]
Evening lands, Paul's got no plans because the man said to stay inside.
He's has a stinker of a week on the 9 to 5,
needed somewhere to go where the entry's not denied.

 
[Verse 2]
There's another letter on the doorstep, somehow it always lands
with a first-class stamp delivery that reads second-class demands.
While they tried to take his liberties away,
there's a fire burning inside him and it's growing day by day.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
So, tell me now. What's gonna be the tale of Paul?
Just 20 years old, wants to do it all.
 
[Chorus]
Well, tonight he's cutting the feed to the head news station,
taking a trip for the good vibrations,
found a recipe for life so he's off to cook it.
  Tired of hearing that his freedom comes with costs,
to him it don't compare to the times he's lost,
aging and waiting to kick the bucket. Nah, fuck it.
Tonight he's going out.
 
 
[Verse 3]
  Annabella is lonely, how she always prays for nights,
so she can meet someone in a dreaming space
where the (?) can help turn out the light.
 
 
[Verse 4]
So, you see this girl's a dancer, she makes a living with her feet,
and she's been left outside in the wind and the rain like a trolley in the street.
While she's looking for the word to find her breath,
all the poor girl's really asking is for someone in her bed.
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Now, tell me, please, what'll be the tale of Annabella?
How's she gonna find her feet and how's she gonna find a feller?
 
[Chorus]
Well, tonight he's cutting the feed to the head news stations,
taking a trip for the good vibrations,
found a recipe for life so he's off to cook it.
  Tired of hearing that his freedom comes with costs,
to him it don't compare to the times he's lost,
aging and waiting to kick the bucket. Nah, fuck it.)
Tonight he's going out.
 
[Interlude]
 
[End-Chorus]
So, tonight let's cut the feed to the head news stations,
let's take a trip for the good vibrations,
find a recipe for life, then we'll go and cook it.
  Tired of hearing that his freedom comes with costs,
to us it don't compare to the times we've lost,
aging and waiting to kick the bucket. Nah, fuck it.
Tonight we're going out.