Chinese food and your sleeping backWe're born-again losersIt's funnyHoney, you know, this is not so badHanging around, wired for soundIt's funny and sad and it's trueI'm aching, aching for youWe carry an island around on our backsWe're born-again vagrantsIt's funnyAnd we ask for nothing whenever we landMeanwhile, we got something, isn't that something?It's funny and sad and it's trueI'm aching, aching for youWailing in the garageBreaking all the rulez and I don't need youYou know you're truly bizarreYou're changing all the rules and I don't need youBut I want you badWe're all I ever hadLove is a needle, goes all the way downI'm always surprisedIt's funnySo shoot me a roll of your best paradiseIt's so pretty I just want to dieIt's funny and sad and it's trueI'm aching, aching for youIt's funny and sad and it's trueI'm aching, aching for you