Paroles
The story goes they know every detail
The story goes
You know the books that I'm in
So story goes
I've been self destructive
Everybody knows that I'm steeped in sin
Everybody knows
I've got no sense of humour
I'm too morose and too damn peculiar
And the weakness shows
The story goes that I'd give up gladly
Everybody knows the deadman's prose
Everybody knows that I've fucked up badly
I'm just hanging on by the length of my nose
Everybody knows
I've only got one song
And it's much too slow
And it's much too long
And this is how it goes
Everybody knows
This is some kinda diary
The story goes in some unsecret code
It's always later rather than sooner
I'm always there when the punch line explodes
The story goes I've got the world by the horns
And all this from a well-dressed fawn
And there's something gone wrong
