Comes a time when you get turned around, and
Life itself just wears you out, but
You keep getting ready for the big parade
Ah you shine your shoes and you fake a smile
Salute the players with that famous style, cause
Keepin up has kept you in chains
I was thinking that if you know a way out then Id like to go with you
And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon
They just dont know anything at all
They just dont know anything at all
Youll fight traffic jams and big TVs, and
Hipsters trapped in their own irony, but
Youll finally think about settling down
Oh you quit your job and you sell your car
Youll burn your clothes and pray to the stars, cause
You swore to God that youd never end up this way
I was thinking that if you know a way out then Id like to go with you
And we can burn out like candles under that paper moon
They just dont know anything at all
They just dont know anything at all
At all
At all
At all
At all
Comes a time when you get turned around, and
Life itself just wears you out, but
You keep getting ready for the big parade