Heart stops beating,
all the words worth repeating
She's dan cing but not singing
Is it maybe that she doesn't
know the words?
She's dressed up, don't worry,
man, she's got friends
Snowflake eating,
she's mildly self -defeating
And the secrets she is keeping,
they're really
only dangerous to her
Ships ain't sinking,
and we are here to help you sing your songs
We are here to help you sing your songs
Cause tomorrow comes and no one
calls
She starts grinning when the room,
it starts spinning
She's los ing all her winnings
She's angry, but it's just the alcohol
She's all fucked right up
That's okay, man, she's got friends
We are here to help her
sing her songs
We are here to help you sing your songs
We are here to help you sing your songs
Cause tomorrow comes and no one calls
This isn't
Christmas, this is
Chinatown, those are pretty lights
Just a make -up doll and put on
some more make -up dolls
Painting underneath your
every smile unseen
And it's just like
Christmas, if it was
Halloween
Someone taught her it's okay
to be a martyr
Like an educated angel, be a rat
You know in all the things you love
Well, okay, priceless picture she's collected ,ice
less fixtures that are freezing from the people
she's chosen to help her
through it all.
Okay, whatever.
We are here to help you
sing your songs.
We are here to help you sing your songs.
We are here to help you
sing your songs
Cause tomorrow's gonna come
To morrow's gonna come
No one's gonna call
Yeah, this
My harmonica's loose.
The best possible thing that can happen,
though, is that the screw on this right side does
come undone when I go for the harmonica solo,
because it's only happened once, and what
actually happens is incredible.
It literally just goes, and so not only do
I, and it usually happens
with the first note
dying.
So it goes like, wah, and then it hits the guitar,
and it's so loud.
And then I just have to play the instrumental part,
because being my own band at that moment,
it's like you lost a member,
and you just have to keep the song going.
But it's also just hanging there, so it
usually will just about hit the
E string, which is
musically not correct.
And the musical note for that is fuck.
It's really, really high up above the scale.
And usually in boldface letters and written in
a sharpie.
And I don't have a
sharpie right now.
Anyway, all right.
You can't steal that.
That's mine.
It's my job