Losers' Day Parade

Maverick, well do you recall the feelings you were sold?

Like Manhattan in the fall and all the washed away brigade within the soul

How it flickered in the neon by the seventh,

And so meaninglessly sentimental

Maverick, now we only want the feelings we can sell

Near the bridge beyond eleventh where you contemplate the candle on the wall

Mesmerizing, how it flickers by the subway, yeah,

Well we can sell it all

Now you turn to me like a friend

Your stock is rising again

Sell yourself and I'll try to pretend

At least that's something

Figures up but predictions are low

Carry you all the way to the show

So for now you've got nowhere to go

I'll drop you later

These are the days and the stakes are so high

No one will say that they care as much as I do...

She waits for you by the stage

So glittering and engaged

Much too late for you to engage

In awkward silence

Say the word and she'll always be there

Intentions perfectly clear

Telling you all that you need to hear

And it's all for you

And she says...

These are the days when you make me alive

No one will say that they love you as much as I do...

Shut up! Shut up!

Hair spray, deranged, the smell of in-between still lingers

And the cheapness just keeps reaping to the old refrains still lingering

The only sound you hear, the quiet falling of the rain inside

Your beautiful playground on this Losers' Day parade

Maverick, you idiot, the meakeup and the fakeup,

All the falsy just like palsy and you still don't learn

Excuses are so stupid, your remedial behaviour

With all this comfort purchase and you still won't learn

So to the ironbound section of the Avenue L

Where the disperate faces come to see what you sell

Live divine, feelings once mine, charcoal color of your soul

If I carved you heart right onto my skin

You were never in my thougts when I turned to sing

Cut the wire, wait a pointless hour, meaningless never should have been

So the architect wants a prettier song

Like a dead end anthem for the kids gone wrong

Immaculate dreams chasing beautiful scenes, designs for life (into your heart)

Hey Mr. Nameless, do I seem a bit insensitive?

I'm trying to forget what you are...

Well I'm hoping you have seen us and it will not come between us

So how could you let it go this far?

Dead nobodies in company cars...

Is this the radio that's safely saturating you,

I pray that you rmemeber when the wheels stop spinning

I walk to the wreckage and I dream of middle England

This consolation travelled so far...

Dead nobodies in company cars...

This lonliness wherever you are...

Dead nobodies in company cars...