My little victories in vain   I'm just the jealous moon who stole the sun again   Don't try to understand   It's my poor hand you made   Lost in your trophy room   My nothing on parade   Eat your own kind   Beat the old man   Shake my poor hand   Holy as you fall      As evening heals the pain   I know the sun will light up my life again      My dirty mirror rides the waves   Caught up in ocean storms and shattered into spray   I've tried to pay my dues, to be like you always   Hung in your lonely sky   Your light I can't erase      Eat your own kind   Beat the old man   Shake my poor hand   Holy as you fall      As evening heals the pain   As close as we've become I want to be free now   Only when the cure tastes like novocain   I know the sun will light up my life again      Let the wings unfold      Goodbye my friend   You know this is the end