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
