Second Life

I get the feeling that something is not quite right, he was a real
mother-fucker but now you call him Christ
Isn’t he wonderful
I remember him back when he was wild, he had the face of a man but dressed up
like a child
Isn’t he wonderful
What are you like? Show me the bad times, I want all you’re giving out
Tell a lie, tell me it twice
Paint me a portrait of ideal life
Do you wonder where it all went right?
You start yourself off on a second life, you know you messed it up once you’ve
got to make it right
To make it wonderful
You see the world through a filtered eye, there was a warm pink glow around
your bed last night
And it was wonderful
What are you like? Show me the bad times, I want all you’re giving out
Tell a lie, tell me it twice
Paint me a portrait of ideal life
Do you wonder where it all went right?
You get all you wanted
When all that you wanted
Was something for nothing
So you can talk about it
Tell a lie, tell me it twice
Paint me a portrait of ideal life
Do you wonder where it all went right?