Look at the battle we're in I was never one to pick a fight I couldn't win Look at the secrets we keep They terrorize me every night in my sleep
Afternoon tea with the impending doom Counting the elephants here in this room
You can be twisted but still optimistic Be the black sheep but not a statistic May not know who you are but you know what you got So hang on to the absurd Hey, have you heard? Hope's not a four-letter word
Put on a happy face Make a scene and leave a permanent trace Show me that rebel inside Where the leader of the revolution resides
Afternoon tea with the impending doom Counting the elephants here in this room
You can be twisted but still optimistic Be the black sheep but not a statistic May not know who you are but you know what you got So hang on to the absurd Hey, have you heard? Hope's not a four-letter word
Careful, you might catch yourself goin' under Careful, you might lose your breath like the others Careful, you might slip and never recover Careful, you might burn to death like the others
You can be twisted but still optimistic Be the black sheep but not a statistic May not know who you are but you know what you got So hang on to the absurd Hey, have you heard? Hope's not a four-letter wordTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
