Get up and play the fool,
The audience won’t bring you down.
That’s right, you do what you do,
While no one else is around.
These people are my people,
Watch how we roll.
Don’t mess them up, they’re young,
Life’s only just begun.
And for the record, we were messed up on our own.
He takes the fakes and puts them in their place,
And he swiftly moves along.
And he’s known around these parts
As a breaker of social scenes and hearts.
And yeah, I’ve spoke,
And yeah, we get along.
God, I could fall for a man that can sing about
Love and depression among other things.
And the man he sings about romance
To a woman he hardly knows.
What good does it bring?
This is the life that he chose.
I don’t get happy people,
Why do they care?
They can't be happy all the time,
And they’re really just not there.
And they’re all loved up on some drug,
And I hope that it’s not love,
Because I like them effed up and not really there.
And I like them them roughed up,
A little bit fucked up,
If it can be arranged.
As high as a kite
And as willing to fight as a man of his age.
God, I could fall for a man that can sing about
Love and depression among other things.
And the man he sings about romance
To a woman he hardly knows.
And what good does it bring?
This is the life that he chose.
The man sings about romance
To a woman he hardly knows.
What good can it bring?
This is the life that he chose.
And I like them them roughed up,
A little bit fucked up,
If it can be arranged.
As high as a kite
And as willing to fight
As a man of his age.
Here are actual lyrics:
Get up and play the fool, The audience won’t bring you down. That’s right, you do what you do, While no one else is around.
These people are my people, Watch how we roll. Don’t mess them up, they’re young, Life’s only just begun. And for the record, we were messed up on our own. He takes the fakes and puts them in their place, And he swiftly moves along. And he’s known around these parts As a breaker of social scenes and hearts. And yeah, I’ve spoke, And yeah, we get along.
God, I could fall for a man that can sing about Love and depression among other things. And the man he sings about romance To a woman he hardly knows. What good does it bring? This is the life that he chose.
I don’t get happy people, Why do they care? They can't be happy all the time, And they’re really just not there. And they’re all loved up on some drug, And I hope that it’s not love, Because I like them effed up and not really there. And I like them them roughed up, A little bit fucked up, If it can be arranged. As high as a kite And as willing to fight as a man of his age.
God, I could fall for a man that can sing about Love and depression among other things. And the man he sings about romance To a woman he hardly knows. And what good does it bring? This is the life that he chose.
The man sings about romance To a woman he hardly knows. What good can it bring? This is the life that he chose.
And I like them them roughed up, A little bit fucked up, If it can be arranged. As high as a kite And as willing to fight As a man of his age.