life has teeth, and bites the feeding open hand   you wanna be in a band?   I got to feeling, I got too much, too soon, too fucked up I don't know   I got to get to the show   well... what have I got to do?   what have I got to do to get through to you?   well... what have I got to do?   what have I got to do to get next to you?    like a telephone call would do, fuck it       CHORUS:    everlone, everlone   a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)   everlone, into the great unknown   leaving it all to fade for a while   'til the fire in my eyes passes by          when ideas run out, any fool can make a fist   I got the will to resist   I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man   I bet you don't understand       well... what have I got to do?   what have I got to do to get through to you?   well… what have I got to do?   what have I got to do to get next to you?       like a telephone call would do, fuck it       CHORUS       passes by - like a train, like the strangers all around   passes by - like a pain, like the only friend I've found   but if you mix self-confidence with some common sense   maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever...   (... ever (x7))       CHORUS