Over and out, is it screwed 
'cos I don't even know what half of these new tricks will do 
out of booze, the same clowns, the same shoes 

I saw your face again from long ago 
some september after a show 
I still love you, you ought to know 
that I could never have ever let you go 

Over and out, is it screwed
'cos I don't even know what half of these new tricks will do 
out of booze, the same clowns, the same shoes 

the same clowns, the same shoes 
the same clowns, the same shoes