Comes a time when you get turned around and   Life itself just wears you out but   You keep getting ready for the big parade      Ah, you shine your shoes and you fake a smile   Salute the players with that famous style   'Cause keeping up has kept you in chains      I was thinking that if you know a way out   Then I'd like to go with you   And we can burn out like candles   Under that paper moon      They just don't know anything at all   They just don't know anything at all      You'll fight traffic jams and big TVs and   Hipsters trapped in their own irony but   You'll finally think about settling down      Oh, you quit your job and you sell your car   You'll burn your clothes and pray to the stars 'cause   You swore to God that you'd never end up this way      I was thinking that if you know a way out   Then I'd like to go with you   And we can burn out like candles   Under that paper moon      They just don't know anything at all   They just don't know anything at all   At all, at all, at all, at all      Comes a time when you get turned around   Life itself just wears you out   You keep getting ready for that big parade