There's a grenade under his desire    And he burns like a stopwatch on fire    The fuse is short, the countdown's on    And he'll pick up all the pieces after she's gone    He'll pick up all the pieces after she's gone       When she's gone...    You're gonna drink like a wasted frat    When she's gone...   And kick your feet like a spoiled brat    When she's gone...   You made your bed now you're lying alone   When she's gone...    And you'll pick up all the pieces after she's gone... long gone       Motel 30 is a desperate shout    And if you check in then you'll never check out    You feel like a hound, you look like a pup    And if you let it get you down then   you'll never get upAnd if you let it get you down then   you'll never get up       Get you down...   Down, down when the pity's on    Some kind of new-age Ponce de Leon    You're drinking fear from a wooden cup    And if you let it get you down then you'll never get up   And if you let it get you down then   you'll never get up       Paranoid... null and void... beaten down    Tired... of having you around       I know you... I can't believe it's true       So, hand me down my walking cane    Don't wanna hear you spout that bullshit again    If it's too old baby, you're too loud    And you'll feel more lonely out in the crowd    You'll feel more lonely out in the crowd       In the crowd...   You've gotta get with the party plan    In the crowd...   Or better move your ass old man    In the crowd...   Live your life and live it loud    Or you'll feel more lonely out in the crowd    You'll feel more lonely out in the crowd    In the crowd, the crowd, crowd, crowd