Please be quiet, everyone's asleepStella's locked her door and she's requested some peaceShe teaches the English at the American schoolShe teaches imaginary numbers and the golden ruleShe says it's hard to worry about the futureWhen your past is knocking at your doorSweet mistakes and informationHave been her lovers beforeHello, all you losersYou've got nothing to fearThis may not be the end of the worldBut you can see it from hereShe runs the motors and the musicOn the carousel rideShe catches the children on the horsesAs they fall through the ryeIt's hard to see the futureWhen your back is bending over your shoesIt's hard holding on to nothingWhen you've got nothing to loseHello, all you losersYou've got nothing to fearThis may not be the end of the worldBut you can see it from hereI guess you heard about ol' PeeWeeWe had to tear his playhouse downThen they put him in the electric chairWe'll have some fun nowWhen you see her, give her some compliments on herLooksShe'll be wearing a Mardi Gras dressComing after you with words and booksWe've given you the best seats in the houseSo don't be lateSt. Peter is at the doorAnd he ain't no man to waitHello, all you losersYou've got nothing to fearThis may not be the end of the worldBut you can see it from herehello, all you losersYou've got nothing to fearThis may not be the end of the worldBut you can see it from here