Yeah, everybody's singing the same song
It goes "tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight"
I never realized that these artists thought so much about dying
But truth be told we all have the same end
Could make you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry
But I'm telling you
This is the best news you're getting all week
Oh, sure it's ruling the airwaves
Or what remains of the airwaves
And we're frankly thankful for this market psychology you're hipping us to
Yeah, all the hits are saying the same thing
There's only tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight
And life is finite
But shit, it feels like forever
It feels like forever
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Is everybody feeling the same stuff?
We're all wild
Except for you
And you know who you are
This is a love song
And you're getting older
I promise you this, you're getting older
And there's improvements unless
You're such a winner
That the future's a nightmare
And there's nothing I can do
There's nothing anyone can do about this
And oh, oh, oh, I'm offering you this chance to get even
And oh, oh, oh, you know very well the dialectics of negation
Sure enemies haunt you with spit and derision
But the friends are the ones who can put you in an exile
But that's not right
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And you're too sharp to be used
Or you're too shocked from being used
By these bullying children of the fabulous
Raffling off limited edition shoes
And what's it you do again?
Oh, I'm a reminder
The hobbled veteran of the disk shop inquisition
Sent to parry, parry the cocksure of mem-stick filth
With my own late era middle-aged ramblings
Every lover favors the same things
It's all "touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me tonight"
We maybe realize what it is we need before we die
And luck is always better than skill at things
We're flying blind
Oh, good gracious
Sorta sound like my mom
But out of the little rooms and onto the streets
You've lost your internet and we've lost our memories
We had a paper trail that led to our secrets
Now embarrassing pictures have now all been deleted
By versions of selves that we thought were the best ones
'Til versions of versions of others repeating
Come laughing at everything you thought was important
While still making mistakes that you thought you had learned from
And terrible people know better than you
The cost in the long run, but they can't play the short game
And terrible people know better than you
The use and abuse of the wants of dear listener
Still you will be badgered and taunted and told that
You're missing some party that you'll never get over
You hate the idea that you're wasting your youth
That you stood on the background, oh, until you got older
But that's all lies
That's all lies
That's all lies
That's all lies