This world is a lonely place One head, two pillows Old statues made from the dead Only noticed by pigeons When I hung up the phone last night You just sounded so tired From all the bastards That keep bringing you down So don't let them hurt you They don't feel like we do They hang on to things They're puppets with strings With no one to pull So don't let them push you Don't let them use you And even if you fall Just say "fuck them all" When you hit the floor This world is a lonely place One head and two pillows So you keep remembering yourself All the good things that you're missing I guess When you're down and out You just don't feel the danger So here they come, There they go, The bastards once again So don't let them hurt you They don't feel like we do They hang on to things They're puppets with strings With no one to hurt So don't let them push you Don't let them use you And even if you fall Just say "fuck them all" So don't let them hurt you They don't feel like we do They hang on to things They're puppets with strings With no one to pull So don't let them push you Don't let them use you Even if you fall Just say "fuck them all" When you hit the floor When you hit the floor