When you haven't got any sense

And a sick ghastly pallor "Well the poor kid never had a chance"

And people heard that you're dead

But you haven't, you haven't left the city yet


*CHORUS* 


Oh, get famous!

Even if it takes every white blood cell you ever, ever have


And when you haven't got any friends

And the pharmacist recommends a B-complex for this condition

But we haven't, we haven't left the city yet 


*CHORUS*


We stand to the side when the amtrak speeds by

Close our eyes and pretend that it's going to hit us

And try to decide as the amtrak speeds by

To live or die, to live or die


*CHORUS*