Miseryland

I learned to fly

So you

You ran to find the gun

To shoot me down

Before

I got too high

'Cause you could not stand

To stand alone in the long line

For your wild ride - it requires

Two lost souls per seat

At least five foot five

And I don't wanna' go

for a ride

Down to Miseryland

Trapped with you

By my side

Down in Miseryland

Up in the air you wave

Two tickets for my

utter amusement

You possess

an express pass to unhappiness

that makes you feel alive?

And I don't have a place any more

Down in Miseryland

Trapped with you forever more

Is not what I have planned

So take a seat

By yourself

And wait to fall a hundred stories

Better hold on tight

Hands in--side the ride

And don't for get to breathe

And I don't wanna' go

for a ride

Down to Miseryland

Trapped with you

By my side

Down in misery

have a place any more

Down in misery

Down in Miseryland

I learned to fly

But you are still shooting the sky

Still shooting