when the night is young
we'll go home to our suburban homes,
to the worries about our big problems,
to our stupid little poems,
to the sadness in every single one of our songs.
we'll go home alone after the show.
go home alone after the show.

and tomorrow when my check comes,
we will own our own.
the consumerism that we've come to know
will own up to all our wrongs.
sing about 'em in every single one of our goddamn songs.
we'll own our own way to go.
we'll own our own boat.

today when all was lost,
your tag read some modest cost.
you won't take cash, check, or card for what i want.
i don't need something to flaunt.
i need a strong-as-oak sort of bond.
and i'm fond of you, oh my god.
yes, i'm fond of you, oh my god.

when the atheists and the priests
convene at the foot of our indecisive feet,
they'll agree not to compete.
they'll say we now do believe
there is no god or satan below or above,
just love, just love and what you make up.
just love and what you make of it.


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