I dream happy endings just to sit through court proceedings That put my brother in the drunk tank And leave me my father believing in bad luck Suicide stalks my relatives Birth control mocks all of us The foetus police are knocking They want to know if I'm planning To grow up Do you consider yourself a lucky man? Or is there a clumsy high school marching band With shadows following you? There has got to be a verse after this one Or my heart just might fail To move She said bodies are for bruising Children's eyes are meant for losing So stick in a needle in my promise My heart wasn't that enormous after all My family flunked the living test They're caught between cancer and cardiac arrest The dread squad is knocking now And they want to know if I'm planning To give up Do you think you are so special You might possess a unique sorrow nobody else has found? Do you think this is only profession? Well you can play your chord progression Into the ground Into the ground Into the ground