The black around our eyes
Is back around our lives
And everybody's happy
But I feel black inside
Well I think it's time
We stopped getting high
These kids proposing mischief
But they'll be the first to squeal
Screaming anarchy til someone
Shows you how it feels
To point the gun and make you disappear (poof)
Far across the bridge
To where your mom's apartment is
The starry-eyed astrologist
Sorry for my promises
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and
Everything just gets farther off
They found me in an alley
And I got what I deserve
I couldn't pay it back
With my money or my word
La Révolution is a slogan on a shirt (Hya!)
Far across the bridge
To where your mom's apartment is
The starry-eyed astrologist
Sorry for my promises
Sometimes it gets hard to walk and
Everything just gets farther off
The black around our eyes
Is back around our lives
And everybody's happy
But I feel black inside
Well I think it's time
We give it one more try