I dream happy endings just to sit through court proceedings   That put my brother in the drunk tank   And leave me my father believing in bad luck      Suicide stalks my relatives   Birth control mocks all of us   The foetus police are knocking   They want to know if I’m planning   To grow up      Do you consider yourself a lucky man?   Or is there a clumsy high school marching band   With shadows following you?   There has got to be a verse after this one   Or my heart just might fail   To move      She said bodies are for bruising   Children’s eyes are meant for losing   So stick in a needle in my promise   My heart wasn’t that enormous after all      My family flunked the living test   They’re caught between cancer and cardiac arrest   The dread squad is knocking now   And they want to know if I’m planning   To give up      Do you think you are so special   You might possess a unique sorrow nobody else has found?   Do you think this is only profession?   Well you can play your chord progression   Into the ground   Into the ground   Into the ground