The voice of our age    Is singing sad sad songs   And I'm doing my best   To keep from adding yet another one      I've heard it said    That the writing's on the wall   But I must need some glasses   Cause the words are out of focus      Pick it all apart    Until there's nothing left but pieces   Makes it easy to forget    Just what it looked like when it was whole      The drink is not a band-aid   For a sad a sore brain   And time is not a doctor   So get out of the rain      Slice the sun across the sky   Your thumb will do the trick   Paint your face with UV rays   Til cancer makes you sick      The words become art   And the meaning fades away   So speak your mind and dig your grave   And then decide to die another day      The villians turn to heroes    And the spiders turn to flies   The cats and dogs all eat themselves   So stop and close our eyes      The days all fade away   And we're rotting in our skins   Pick a fight with time my friend   You're guaranteed to never win      The voice of our age is singing sad sad songs (x17)