| Song | One More Try |
| Artist | That Handsome Devil |
| Album | The Heart Goes to Heaven, The Head Goes to Hell |
| The black around our eyes | |
| Is back around our lives, | |
| And everybody's happy, | |
| But I feel black inside. | |
| Well I think it's time | |
| We stopped getting high. | |
| These kids proposing mischieve | |
| But they'll be the first to squeal, | |
| Screaming anarchy til someone | |
| Shows you how it feels | |
| To point the gun and make you disappear (poof) | |
| Far across the bridge | |
| To where your mom's apartment is. | |
| The starry-eyed astrologist, | |
| Sorry for my promises. | |
| Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
| Everything just gets farther off. | |
| They found me in an alley | |
| And I got what I deserve. | |
| I couldn't pay it back | |
| With my money or my word | |
| La Révolution is a slogan on a shirt (Hya!) | |
| Far across the bridge | |
| To where your mom's apartment is. | |
| The starry-eyed astrologist, | |
| Sorry for my promises. | |
| Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
| Everything just gets farther off. | |
| The black around our eyes | |
| Is back around our lives, | |
| And everybody's happy, | |
| But I feel black inside. | |
| Well I think it's time | |
| We give it one more try. |
| The black around our eyes | |
| Is back around our lives, | |
| And everybody' s happy, | |
| But I feel black inside. | |
| Well I think it' s time | |
| We stopped getting high. | |
| These kids proposing mischieve | |
| But they' ll be the first to squeal, | |
| Screaming anarchy til someone | |
| Shows you how it feels | |
| To point the gun and make you disappear poof | |
| Far across the bridge | |
| To where your mom' s apartment is. | |
| The starryeyed astrologist, | |
| Sorry for my promises. | |
| Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
| Everything just gets farther off. | |
| They found me in an alley | |
| And I got what I deserve. | |
| I couldn' t pay it back | |
| With my money or my word | |
| La Ré volution is a slogan on a shirt Hya! | |
| Far across the bridge | |
| To where your mom' s apartment is. | |
| The starryeyed astrologist, | |
| Sorry for my promises. | |
| Sometimes it gets hard to walk and | |
| Everything just gets farther off. | |
| The black around our eyes | |
| Is back around our lives, | |
| And everybody' s happy, | |
| But I feel black inside. | |
| Well I think it' s time | |
| We give it one more try. |