Yeah, we're a burden.   No, no we don't try real hard.   We just get by strumming our hearts,   All by ourselves.   Yeah, we don't see a purpose.   To the fights you sell.   Cause you're just seeking cheap shots in sweet spots,   I keep my hands to myself.      Some say it’s just a phase,   But it’s a life style for me.      But this city needs a switch   An infinite glow   Sleepless the bodies’ fuel   The tired eyed and this possessed apartment bound.   And I’m waiting   For this light to fade in tone   For this concrete neon city   To give me the key to change the world.      And well see soon enough   As our wide eyes sing our luck.      Now I’m permanently sick   An uncommon cold   Breeding it multiplies, divides   Additives all around   So thank you thank you   Maybe we’ll be friends next year   Maybe we’ll make a terrible mistake      Maybe we’ll change the world      And we’ll see soon enough   So thank you and your love      The Rest Is History   History   Yeah!