You've got glue in your feathers What brought you to this A flightless bird surrounded by red-handed kids In their borrowed black sheeps' clothes Yeah everybody's in on the joke... So practice your boredom Look a thousand times removed 'Cause only a freak would sing in a crowded waiting room They would turn you out in the cold Now that everybody's in on the joke... Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb If you want some... But naming the feeling Just kills the charade And if flowers should bloom upon your wallpaper face It'll follow you everywhere you go Now everybody's in on the joke. Desire only burns and Envy's always green A mind can only race and a heart can only beat There's these towering neon signs we must uphold To keep out the blackness And run with the blue Now only a fool would sing as if he's telling the truth Kid, just swallow down that lump in your throat Because everybody's in on the joke Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? There's a perfectly good poison... Are you missing a stranger that you might have loved? Do you feel that there's something you don't feel enough? There's a perfectly good poison for the perfectly numb If you want some...