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