Fun

I’m standing in Brooklyn just waiting for something to happen
I can’t help but look thinking that everyone doesn’t get it
To my left is a window, where did I go
My reflection just planted two rows of coal
And bad ideas, but ideas none the less, and so
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
I don’t need a new love, or a new life
Just a better place to die
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
I don’t need a new love, or a new life
Just a better place to die
I happened to stumble upon a chapel last night
And I can’t help but back up when I think of what happens inside
I’ve got friends locked in boxes, that’s no way to live
What you calling a sin, isn’t up to them
Afterall, afterall I thought we were all your children
But I will die for my own sins, thanks a lot
We’ll rise up ourselves, thanks for nothing at all
So up off the ground, our forefathers are nothing but dust now
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
I don’t need a new love, or a new life
Just a better place to die
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
I don’t need a new love, or a new life
Just a better place to die
Maybe I should learn to shut my mouth
I am over twenty-five
And I can’t make a name for myself
Some nights I break down and cry
Lucky that my father’s still alive
He’s been fighting all his life
And if this is all I’ve ever known
Then may he so live on forever
In my song
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
I don’t need a new love, or a new life
Just a better place to die
I’ll put one foot in front of the other one
I don’t need a new love, or a new life
Just a better place to die
In front of the other one
In front of the other one
Just a better place to die