I'll sell you the things that you really don't need You've gotta make your friends Feel like you're prettier than they will ever be It's all subjective
Now, here it comes if you like it or not It's about an arm's length reach Who would have ever thought Just let me know if you're ready to stop You'd
If you don't listen enough All the words in the world Won't be leaving your tongue If you think I'm being dumb Wish I could clear myself Just let me
I heard you're having trouble in St. Louis From the look of it, it seems you kinda blew it Well, how could I grow tired of being useless? When the more
Oh, I sought out to be the greatest And my face among them all And we sought out to be the greatest In the bottom we stand, together we fall Since I'
You've got a good job and a great wife Strong belief in the afterlife, spend all your time complaining So you really should be thinking Of those people
So tired and half insane I'm fed a steady diet of Novocaine But it's not enough to numb the pain But when the sky, the sky comes falling down And our
Arms that move in every direction And two hands to help you reach Legs that grow in the sun, when you're dangling your feet Things they run, you can run
Well, I thought we were smart We got caught again Isn't it beautiful today? Somebody has to feel the same It's all wrong, it's my fault It's all wrong
You may think it's impossible For just a couple of boys Building an igloo in Illinois And how the cold air It dries our skin We can't wait for summer
Why don't we just subtract All that's in the abstract? Let's erase our memories I always heard the advice Don't look into the sunlight But I just couldn
Превод: В Junior Varsity. Кинематографски.
I'll sell you the things that you really don't need You've got to make your friends Feel like you're prettier than they will ever be It's all subjective
Why don't we just subtract All that's in the abstract Let's erase our memories Always heard the advice Never look into the sunlight But I just couldn
Now here it comes if you like it or not It's about an arm's length reach Who would have ever thought Just let me know if you're ready to stop You'd be
(Instrumental)
If you don't listen enough All the words in the world Won't be leaving your tongue If you think I'm being dumb I wish I could clear myself Just let me
I heard you're having trouble in St. Louis From the look of it, it seems you kind of blew it Well how could I grow tired of being useless When the more
