In my dusty house, in my dirty clothes Seated in a town on the verge of extinction Struggling with a tune, alone I compose A bittersweet ditty 'bout an ex-girlfriend
So why bother with painful memories? Why tear out my heart for all the world to see? Why not paint by number Catchy melody Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity Then do it again
Gotta get away, maybe we should stay Seated in a town on the verge of explosion New York and LA, no one listening anyway Busy predicting the next big thing
So why bother with changing scenery? Why pack up the car and move to California? Why not paint by number Catchy melody Playing all the parts in deadly harmony Then do it again
Put the keys into the car Put the car into drive You can take us to the moon Take us for a ride
In his dusty house, in his dirty clothes Seated in a town overrun by tourists Struggling with a tune, so alone he composes A bittersweet ditty in the 3rd person
So why star in your fictional stories? Why try to deny your criminals and thieves? Go ahead, Paint By Number Phony fake I.D.'s Burn it up the charts with sweet simplicity Then do it again
Put the keys into the car Put the car into drive You can take us to the moon Take us for a rideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
