Sad, sullen retreat Sad, don’t go there Sad, rinse and repeat Sad, don’t go there Tell me, cause I’ll ask once more, We could be as common as a grocery store Memories of a headache man fading and degrading in a heap of sand Oh, we could be the crumbs in a packet of chips Learning Nothing is in this world is gonna satisfy you, anymore Strike me, Like an unlit match Handy for a minute till the wood burns black Hungry, making headaches man Fading and degrading in a foreign land Oh, he could be the dirt on a pallet of bricks, learning Nothing is in this world is gonna satisfy you, anymore But every second every minute we reflect a different image