Right back at you, record three
Makes you wish that you were me
'Cos we got no job for life
Build 'em up like Frank Lloyd Wright
No two days turn out the same
Only sleeping on the plane
Not exactly Monkey days
C'mon, rock it up, from the .....

I want to feel important, want to think I'm worth it
Still feeling lame in the end
Sit in, in the evening, talking to my robots
Still feel the same in the end
Spend a little time, spend a bit more cash
Makes you feel alright
Want to know the .....

I'd have my house under the ground
All my friends would all come round
Laugh about the ones who got away
I wouldn't know the time of year
It's easier to tan down here
I find it funny
I laugh at people
And I don't know why
I .....

Four long years ago
Searching for the snow
We found the Tahoe lakes
Just about the perfect place
Fifty rooms at Heavenly
And the nights at Squaw Valley
Yeah, the trees are pretty wide-
That's where Sonny Bono died
All is quiet on New .....

Coming back at you, record number two
What a way to start the day
Think you're big enough, with a stronger look
Got no backup plan incase we blow it
Yeah! It's all the same old stuff
They think it's good enough
It works, and nobody got .....

Pretty scary how they know you
It depends on who you talk to
From the end to the beginning
Only happy when we're singing
Smiling for the camera
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by .....

You're miles away...
I'm not messing about, I've got a mile of self doubt
Yeah, you're not even close yet,
Because you're miles away
Another day in bed, sorting out your head
You don't know what you're thinking about
.....

There's nothing real about your fight
Nothing in the shit you write
You've got charisma in your hair
The make up lady put it there, and it's
(1+2+3+4) x (2+2+3+4) x (2x3) + (2+4) = 666
One, one plus two is three, can't we get along?

Got to get out more
Get in the place
Got to work out more
And sort out my face
I've got all the 'zines that tell me what to eat
And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet
And I don't have the time to get all worked up
About .....

Nothing
And nothing's where you're at
When you ain't got something
You'll never get it back
It's coming on like a drug
The universal power of one
But it don't mean nothing
If it all comes undone (uh-huh)
Fly away