Losers' Day Parade

Maverick, well do you recall the feelings you were sold?
Like Manhattan in the fall and all the washed away brigade within the soul
How it flickered, in the neon by the seventh,
And so meaninglessly sentimental

Maverick, now we only want the feelings we can sell
Near the bridge beyond eleventh where you contemplate the candle on the wall
Mesmerising, how it flickers by the subway, yeah, well we can sell it all

Now you turn to me like a friend, your stock is rising again
Sell yourself and I'll try to pretend
At least that's something
Figures up but predictions are low, carry you all the way to the show, so for now you've got nowhere to go
I'll drop you later

These are the days and the stakes are so high
No one will say that they care as much as I do

So she waits for you by the stage, so glittering and deranged, much too late for you to engage
In akward silence
Say the word and she'll always be there, intentions perfectly clear, telling you all that you need to hear
And it's all for you

And she says...
"These are the days when you make me alive,
No one will say that they love you as much as I do."

Shut Up! Shut Up!

Hair spray, deranged, the smell of in-between still lingers and the cheapness just keeps reaping to the old refrains still lingering
The only sound you hear, the quiet falling of the rain inside your beautiful playground on this Losers' Day Parade
Maverick, you idiot the makeup and the fakeup, all the falsy just like palsy and you still don't learn
Excuses are so stupid, you rremidial behaviour, with all this comfort purchase and you still won't learn
So to ironbound section of tha Avenue L where the disparate faces come to see what you sell
Life divine, feelings once mine, charcoal colour of your sould
If I carved you heart right onto my skin, you were never in my thoughts when I turned to sing
Cut the wire, wait a pointless hour, meaningless never should have been
So the architech wants a prettier song like a dead end anthem for the kids gone wrong
Immaculate dreams chasing beautiful scenes, designs for life (into your heart)

Hey Mr. Nameless, do I seem a bit insensitive? I'm trying to forget what you are
Well I'm hoping you have seen us and it will not come between us, so how could you let it go this far

Dead nobodies in company cars

Is that the radio that's safely saturating you, I pray that you remember when the wheels stop spinning
I walk towards the wreckage and I dream of Middle England, this consolation travelled so far

Dead nobodies in company cars

Dead nobodies in company cars
This loneliness wherever you are
Dead nobodies in company cars