| You want one more night | |
| You want nine more lives | |
| You need hearing eyes | |
| You need cleaner strides | |
| You want grand and picturesque | |
| You crave temper passion rest | |
| You want youth and many souls all made of gold | |
| I have built the boat to get me out of here so I set the sails of misery | |
| What we have | |
| Is like the falling rain | |
| We got someone to blame | |
| What we want | |
| Will always be the same | |
| We are part of the game | |
| And no one wants to be in mediocrity | |
| You want just another dame | |
| You want all in all aflame | |
| You have acres of their love | |
| You have what is not enough | |
| You want grand and picturesque | |
| You crave temper passion rest | |
| You want youth and many souls all made of | |
| What we have | |
| Is like the falling rain | |
| We got someone to blame | |
| What we want | |
| Will always be the same | |
| We are part of the game | |
| Always greener, always more | |
| What you have is such a bore | |
| Never-ending seeking more | |
| It's a wonder that we ignore | |
| Always greener, always more | |
| What you have is such a bore | |
| Never-ending seeking more | |
| It's a wonder that we ignore | |
| And no one wants to be in mediocrity |