Medley

You said he could not be loved
He couldn’t play
He couldn’t leave these things for the young
Once you fall, you can’t get up
Why, why, why do we live this way?
Price we pay for the ball and chain
Why, why, why do we live this way?
Everybody’s talking shit, you get used to it
And it goes on and on
Everybody’s just a bore
Cut the cord
And it goes on and on and on and on
This is what I want:
I want all the punks
To take to the streets
Playin' their guitars
This is what I want, it’s what I want
I’m going downtown to see the body of the bird
To see the body of the bird
To see the body of the bird, the bird, the bird
You don’t have runner’s legs but you run away so much
Why don’t you have a drink with someone you can trust?
I’m just a carpet technician
And I’m on a mission from God
Waiting for my ship to come in
I’m just a carpet technician
On a mission from God
Waiting for my ship to come --
Hey! Ho! Let’s go!
Hey! Ho! Let’s go!
Out here, it’s just a little bit stranger
What’s a trip without a little danger?
Take me in, it gets a lot colder
That’s why you got a head and I got a shoulder
This would make a woman
It’s just my OCD
I gotta record on time today
Forward on the right
When day turns into night
extra turn is next
Join in the fight
Yeah, baby
He’s waiting for you
The neon lights
They keep you occupied
While they figure out how you’re gonna die
The neon lights
They keep you occupied
While they figure out how you’re gonna die