'Cause I'm still the kid who's got his head stuck in the clouds
'Cause I'm the one who always feels much more alone in the crowd
So that sometimes it seems like maybe I might be the only one who even sees what's going on here in this dark age where everybody's dead but no one's thought to tell us yet
Well, some to do the swinging and some to tie that noose
But most, we do ‘em both, on casual Fridays, on Mega Mondays, on honeymoons
f** yeah, I'm still the kid who's got his head stuck in the clouds
Yeah, kicking the ground like one way or another, you either sing the blues or wear blue collars
We each got a rope around our neck
Just cross our fingers for a little slack