Woe is me,
I swear that we had it,
but everyone wouldn't agree that we never had a thing.
(we never did)
Our dying words will be exaggerations,
of what we said and what we did.
The ticking of the clock,
eventually it stops.
Oh me, oh my.
Goodness gracious what a lie.
Where everyone's running around,
like they don't have a clue what they will do,
now that it's through and the ending is in sight.
Oh my goodness, me, oh my.
It's late and it's time to say goodnight.
Oh my goodness, me, oh my.
Our disease,
though feasibly, easily curable,
I will agree that it's now something we overfeed.
(we overfeed)
The truth will be told,
the lies will unfold,
and anything anyone ever ignored,
will come back up to settle old scores.
The writings on the wall,
it says eventually we fall.
And even Romans know,
that everything (everything), everything (everything) goes.
Oh me, oh my.
Goodness gracious what a lie.
Where everyone's running around,
like they don't have a clue what they will do,
now that it's through and the ending is in sight.
Oh my goodness, me, oh my.
It's late and it's time to say goodnight.
Oh my goodness, me, oh my.
Oh me, oh my.
Goodness gracious what a lie.
Where everyone's running around,
like they don't have a clue what they will do,
now that it's through and the ending is in sight.
Oh my goodness me, oh my.
It's late and it's time to say goodnight.
Oh my goodness me, oh my.