Here in this town they have all got the blues
As the paper boy takes off without any news
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
And Im yelling and screaming 'cuz baby your driving me crazy
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyones getting somewhere and your getting old
Career opportunities, they all have been sold
Along with your body and most of your soul
And Im yelling and screaming 'cuz baby your driving me crazy
Cuz the fogs getting thicker
The worlds spinning last
The chaos is building its going to last
And its so hard to see, and your so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
The realists are frowning, they think your obscene
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
And Im yelling and screaming 'cuz baby your driving me crazy
Cuz the fogs getting thicker
The worlds spinning last
The chaos is building its going to last
And its so hard to see, and your so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind
And we yell and we scream as
the fogs getting thicker
The worlds spinning last
The chaos is building its going to last
And its so hard to see, and your so hard to find
The days when I think I am losing my mind
(repeat 2x)
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