I used to think that all I wanted
was someone to love me,
someone to give me all their
warmth and trust and sympathy.
The more I sit here in this
empty room beside a window,
the more I realize that that
kind of life ain't meant for me.

I'm making friends with all the
shadows climbing on my rooftop,
and I hear music in the leaves
that rustle in the wind.
And I dont need no pity, girl,
I kinda like the struggle.
Like feeling 'round for the doorknob
when the lights are dimmed.

Each day someone will call and
offer me a new solution,
and while I do respect the
depths of their true concern,
they have to realize solitude
and silence both are virtues -
but that's a lesson that I
hope they never need to learn.

When I got to heaven, lord,
dont ya know there was
no one there.
So I tipped my hat,
turned 'round and walked
back down the stairs.
Yeah, this world's full o' sinners,
but I was just too lonely there.

I could've had religion, now.
Could've read the good book
every night.
Could've been a preacher,
said my prayers and
chased the light.
Instead I went chasin' trouble.
Guess religion didn't suit me right.

They say every livin' man, now,
sooner or later,
has his day.
And it could come tomorrow,
or it could come when you're
old and gray.
I didnt think much about it.
I just kept doin' things my own way.

So when I got to heaven, now,
dont ya know there was
no one there.
So I tipped my hat.
Tipped my hat and walked
back down the stairs.
Yeah, this world's full o' sinners,
but I was just too lonely there.

Gunshot, blood pool,
black body, yellow tape,
white chalk, white cop.
"White America."

Tattoos, white hood,
tight rope, black hearse,
red flag, white stars.
"White America."

Blue sky, black sun,
bluebird, blue song,
black stripe, white light.
"White America."

Blue lips, white teeth.
"White America."
Red brick, green grass
"White America."
White coat, black button.
"White America."

I just don't know how people do it.
Wake up and work for a living
just to pay hospital, insurance,
utility, student bills
like there's nothing to it,
and then go to bed
with no scary thoughts beating
like cold rain through their heads.
Every day is a struggle between
either myself and the world or
myself and time or
myself and myself,
and it takes every drop of will
that I have to not reach for
the bottle, the pipe, on the shelf.
I just don't know how people,
some people, most people, it seems,
can live any better than that.
Like the one percent sitting
on top of the world looking
down, hysterically laughing
at those who have to work,
who breaks their
backs and necks and minds
trying to make something last
longer than a few ******* days.
Sure, there's beauty in the world,
but you gotta pay to look at it.
And even then, you aren't allowed
to just grab it and take it,
put a sign on it and make it yours.
Someone's already claimed
all you hold dear.
You're just stuck borrowing.

I've been dreamin' up my own hell.
I've been ringin' Satan's doorbell.
Just makin' sure that I'm prepared.
Don't wanna get there and be scared.

Nobody likes you when you're
down and out.
They'd rather see you smile.
Nobody talks to me when I'm
feelin' blue,
but baby, happy's goin' out of style.

I see the sun is grinnin'
in my face.
People just pass me by.
Nobody there to give
the time of day.
So tell me, why do I even try?

The phone is ringin', but it
ain't for me.
My doorbell must be broke.
Am I this lonely when
it comes down to it,
or is this just one big joke?

Nobody likes you when you're
down and out.
They'd rather see you smile.
Nobody talks to me when I'm
feelin' blue,
but baby, happy's goin' out of style.

I shut the windows and turn
off the light,
crawl into my bed.
I guess that I could call this
girl I know,
but she'd prob'ly rather sleep instead.

And in the mornin' pour
myself a cup.
Talkin' to the wall.
I think I'll curl up
beside my cat, read a book and
have myself a ball, 'cause

Nobody likes you when you're
down and out.
They'd rather see you smile.
Nobody talks to me when I'm
feelin' blue,
but baby, happy's goin' out of style.

Said, Nobody likes you when you're
down and out.
They'd rather see you smile.
Nobody talks to me when I'm
feelin' blue,
but baby, happy's goin' out of style.