i don't care how halos fit in it.
i've heard it all before. wipe it from the page.
stop talking cute this music was not written for the stage.
it's time to summon back the anti-age.
and all the whiney little boys can go and snort their deaths,
or drink themselves insane with me.

(chorus)

why do you look at my face like i'm a fool?
the pretty noise on market street, i wish i'd never seen you die like that.

hey you. why do you do the things you do to me?
how do you do? my name is not a clue to me.

"where happy little bluebirds fly, oh why, oh why can't i?"
because. you only sing one note.

(chorus)