| I sleep deeply every night in a world that's better than real life. | |
| I found a hiding place, beneath a dirty blanket of distorted bass. | |
| And there's music in my head, I heard a gasoline voiced mixed with Marlboro reds singing: | |
| "Pick up your head again... if you want to be king, no one must keep you down..." | |
| And yes now I'm back from the dead, I'm gonna turn it up loud inside your head. | |
| With the sound of many days, when we could feel the cheap drugs squeezing through our veins. | |
| Like a million girls and boys, I'm just another grainy brick in a wall of noise. | |
| I really missed you yesterday, well and just for a moment something was reeling me in. | |
| Yes, something was reeling me in. Well... Someone was breathing me in. | |
| Someone was breathing me in. Well... | |
| Yeah, but I lived in the slip of your frown. And this place has been getting me down. | |
| Yeah, but you hung out for my suicide. You were pushing it down the air supply. | |
| But you never did try to find the time to let us be together in your cage or mine. | |
| And since you never noticed me, well how's about you open up your eyes and see me. | |
| Now music fills my empty bones, well and some times it seems it's the only place I've left to go. | |
| Happy Birthday anyway! |