If it takes all kinds to make a world,
then why am I confused?
And if life's not worth a bag of nails,
then why do I feel so used?
Sometimes I wake up to feel,
like my head's exploded.
When you fire the gun of life,
you'd better make sure it's loaded.
Some people live their lives on the floor,
others are left on the shelf.
I can't say sorry 'cause I don't feel wrong,
do you want me to lie to myself?
I tell myself to take it slow,
there are voices in my head.
Everywhere I go I wanna be
somewhere else instead.
'Cause it's the same, all over the world.
It's the same, all over the world.
It's the same, all over the world.
So don't just talk about it,
you know you can't live without it at all.
So it all goes 'round in another town, every way you turn is wrong.
Kicking up leaves, feeling so naive,
like a line from a different song.
Sometimes I wake up to feel,
like my head's exploded.
When you fire the gun of life,
you'd better make sure it's loaded.
'Cause it's the same, all over the world.
It's the same, all over the world.
It's the same, all over the world.
So don't just talk about it,
you know you can't live without it at all.
