Good Advice

Is there any place that I can stand?
Caught somewhere between the pain and pleasure
Living in this godforsaken land
I’m sinking low as you rise above
I drown in sorrow, you swim in love
Hey hey
Yeah yeah
Hey hey
I’ve become so weary of the shocking
Holding on to try and keep my head
But they seem to do always that talking
And I start to wish that I was dead
And oh my soul, it’s a crying shame
The things they do — no, it’s not a game
No no
Hey hey
No no
Once upon a time when I was dreaming
That surely they would come to see my way
Certainty descended into scheming
Once again I’ve nothing left to say
You told me once and you told me twice
But I couldn’t follow that good advice
No no
Hey hey
No no
Hey hey
No no
Hey hey
No no