I walk on through the endless wasteland of your hollow mind
Trying to believe that I might find some help this time
If all that we could see was just a blemish on your perfect
Perhaps there then would be some hope of halting out the defect
I’ll lay awake all night to think of how to ease the pain
Perhaps I’ll never come back round and see your vapid face again
There must be some mistake a way to flee the dark parade
Try to hold us back away from here, but keep on fanning flames
[chorus:]
Just ‘cause no one likes you
Don’t mean you can’t be polite
Everything you do is just a spend of precious time
Incredibly empty, so pointless and trite
But just ‘cause no one likes you
Doesn’t mean you can’t be polite
You try your best to lead us and to help the cause
But all the names you say lead more to croquet lawns than wars
Going out to parties, and spending all you got
Buy a new guitar, you know she’ll lend you what it cost
You play the abused so well you forgot that you’re the real abuser
Waiting for the chance you’ll get, to bring him back and use her
All I ever asked for was a bit of advice
You came in and took the lot, the relish and the spice
[chorus]
I walk on through the endless wasteland of your hollow mind
Trying to believe that I might find some help this time
There must be some mistake a way to flee the dark parade
Try to hold us back away from you, but keep on fanning flames
Everything you do is just a spend of precious time
Incredibly empty, so pointless and trite
But just ‘cause no one likes you
Doesn’t mean you can’t be polite
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