Songwriters: Spektor, Regina;This is how it works  It feels a little worse  Than when we drove our hearse  Right through that screaming crowd    While laughing up a storm  Until we were just bone  Until it got so warm  That none of us could sleep    And all the Styrofoam  Began to melt away  We tried to find some words  To aid in the decay    But none of them were home  Inside their catacomb  A million ancient bees  Began to sting our knees    While we were on our knees  Praying that disease  Would leave the ones we love  And never come again    On the radio  We heard, 'November Rain'  That solo's really long  But it's a pretty song  We listened to it twice  'Case the DJ was asleep    This is how it works  You're young until you're not  You love until you don't  You try until you can't    You laugh until you cry  You cry until you laugh  And everyone must breathe  Until their dying breath    No, this is how it works  You peer inside yourself  You take the things you like  And try to love the things you took    And then you take that love you made  And stick it into some  Someone else's heart  Pumping someone else's blood    And walking arm in arm  You hope it don't get harmed  But even if it does  You'll just do it all again    And on the radio  You hear, 'November Rain'  That solo's awful long  But it's a good refrain  You listen to it twice  'Cause the DJ is asleep    On the radio, on the radio  On the radio, uh oh, on the radio, uh oh  On the radio, uh oh, on the radio      © SOVIET KITSCH MUSIC;    these lyrics are last corrected by ADD Schizo