so true so true
but when i say it i sound blue
seeing the drunks night after night
seeing the punks fight after fight
surrounded by men who just wanna date
seeing the fools who just wanna hate
tired of beeing seen
of having to preen
lol... of chicks turning green
but still havivng fun and jumpin the gun
runnin around... needing fun in the sun
but enough of my blather and morose exaltations
i feel the need for great expectations
a life of love annd love to lose
a new one might cure my blues
Let me spin you a tale that you may have heard before...
about a valiant young night who came and knocked on your door,
He promised, like so many others had,
that his intentions were true, and his heart wasn't bad...
That he would listen to the things that you needed someone to hear...
and of the sorrow of lonliness, you would never have to fear.
and you used to believe them so long ago...
but he's not the first who has told this old song...
and before you can even finish giving him your heart...
he's already doing you wrong...
He's forgetting you... and all the wonderful things that you do...
Instead of moonlight walks, sitting on the beach at fireside...
he takes you to places where your face you'de rather hide...
and the same old fights, and the same old "whores"
shopping the same loser punks, at the same mall stores...
Some romeo... some night in shinning armour he...
He comes along and saves the princess, then he locks her up, and losses the key...
and I can see that in your eyes...
You don't want this, and your heart only lies,
when it says that it'll settle for the same old scene...
those backwood, backwards hillbilly "jocks",
with the girls who are turning green...
I'm sorry girl, that this is how it has been...
to treat you this way, is more then a sin...
and I would take you around the stars and moon,
again, and again, and again...
But to get you to believe my words...
Above all the other "losers" din!
So that you would have a life of love,
but not your love to lose
a new one, that really meant something,
sure might cure your blues