It all works out

It all works out

It all works out

It all works out 



I'm waiting for a word beyond our history

And paper tigers dance about within the mystery

Clover of substance I can't put my finger on

And stepping over sidewalk cracks I'm catching the last one 



The silent waiting room, the padded soundproof wall

Have become much more terrifying than the shadowed hall

So you can have your reasons for the bloody war

I know I don't want to hate you for what you're not sorry for 



Kill the king

Strip the queen

Are you a friend

Dear Charlie Sheen 



Roll over Johnny boy

Your song is on the tube

And with it died a dream of mine...

Releasing the balloon

It seems that lately nothing that I ever thought

Can stand up to the pressure of the crap that I have bought

So turn the page and be sure that you rip it out

'Cause it won't be there otherwise unless we figure out

That there are reasons yet behind this bloody war

And I don't want to hate you for what you're not sorry for 



Kill the king Strip the queen

Are you my friend

Dear Charlie Sheen