A Tragic World Record

When you've taken everything

And there's nothing left to give

You're stuck with an empty skin

I'll call it my human bag

But you can't forget the past

I keep my diary on its chest

My keys upon its mouth

I write my lyrics upon its legs

This thing is like a nightmare

It's hard to drag it anywhere

I'm riding round in your town

There's love than everything else in your house

You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous

Now I have a fraction of

The respect I used to have

Forget everything you know

And you can fuck what you're fighting for

This thing is like a nightmare

Our dreams can take us anywhere

I'm riding round in your town

There's love than everything else in your house

You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous

I'm outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out

But you're always in the background, and looking out... You're looking out

This thing is like a nightmare

It's hard to drag it anywhere

I'm riding round in your town

There's love than everything else in your house

You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous

I'm outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out

But you're always in the background, and looking out... You're looking out