Here in this town they have all got the blues
As the paper boy takes off without any news
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
And I
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyone
Career opportunities they all have been sold
Along with your body and most of your soul
And I
If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores I would maybe
Cause the fog
The chaos is building, it
And it
The days when I think I am losing my mind
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
When you start frowning they think you
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
I
If I could spare more remorse from my emptied out pores I would maybe
Cause the fog
The chaos is building, it
And it
The days when I think I am losing my mind
And we yell and we scream
As the fog
The chaos is building, it
And it
The days when I think I am losing my mind
And the fog
The chaos is building, it
And it
The days when I think I am losing my mind
