Evening lands, Paul's got no plans
Because the man said to stay inside
He's had a stinker of a week on the 9-to-5
Needed somewhere to go
Where the entry's not denied
There's another letter on the doorstep
Somehow it always lands
With a first-class stamp delivery
That reads second-class demands
While it tries to take his liberties away
There's a fire burning inside him
And it's growing day by day
So tell me now
What's gonna be the tale of Paul?
Just 20 years old
Wants to do it all
Well, tonight he's
Cutting the feed to the head news station
Taking a trip for the good vibrations
Found a recipe for life
So he's off to cook it
Tired of hearing that his freedom comes with costs
To him, it don't compare to the times he's lost
Aging and waiting to kick the bucket
Nah, fuck it
Tonight he's going out
Annabella's lonely, how she always prays for nights
So she can meet someone in a dreaming space
Where a key of the horse gear helps turn out the light
So you see this girl's a dancer
She makes a living with her feet
And she's been left outside in the wind and the rain
Like a trolley in the street
While she's looking for the work to buy her bread
All the poor girl's really asking
Is for someone in her bed
Now tell me please
What'll be the tale of Annabella?
How's she gonna find her feet?
And how's she gonna find a fella?
Well, tonight she's
Cutting the feed to the head news stations
Taking a trip for a good vibration
Found a recipe for life
So she's off to cook it
Tired of hearing that her living comes with costs
To her, it don't compare to the change she's lost
Aging and waiting to kick the bucket
Nah, fuck it
Tonight she's going out
So tonight let's
Cut all the feeds to the head news stations
Let's take a trip for the good vibrations
Find a recipe for life
Then we'll go and cook it
Tired of hearing that our freedom comes with costs
To us, it don't compare to the times we've lost
Aging and waiting to kick the bucket
Nah, fuck it
Tonight we're going out