Its a sad day when it comes to this   but a free man is a happier man   walk home and reminisce   you were the highlight of the party      my head feels like a lead balloon    I've got little to no memory    I blame myself and so do you    in the wee hours of the morning      stuck in traffic or still in bed but we don't eat but they can't hear us take no prisoners leave no traces one day we'll be laughing loudly      mad man with a nervous twitch   you'll find love in a cemetery   young girl no more soul half of her family stumbled on something gold    is it IQ is a metaphor    dab hand at a million things    but you know what you're good for      (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I know what I'm looking for)