This world is a lonely place 

One head, two pillows 

Old statues made from the dead 

Only noticed by pigeons 



When I hung up the phone last night 

You just sounded so tired 

From all the bastards 

That keep bringing you down 



So don't let them hurt you 

They don't feel like we do 

They hang on to things 

They're puppets with strings 

With no one to pull 



So don't let them push you 

Don't let them use you 

And even if you fall 

Just say “fuck them all” 



When you hit the floor 



This world is a lonely place 

One head and two pillows 

So you keep remembering yourself 

All the good things that you're missing 



I guess When you're down and out 

You just don't feel the danger 

So here they come, There they go, 

The bastards once again 



So don't let them hurt you 

They don't feel like we do 

They hang on to things 

They're puppets with strings 

With no one to hurt 



So don't let them push you 

Don't let them use you 

And even if you fall 

Just say “fuck them all” 



So don't let them hurt you 

They don't feel like we do 

They hang on to things 

They're puppets with strings 

With no one to pull 



So don't let them push you 

Don't let them use you 

Even if you fall 

Just say “fuck them all” 



When you hit the floor 

When you hit the floor