She likes to sleep with the radio on
 So she can dream of her favorite song
 The one that no one has ever sung since she was small

 She'll never know that she made it up
 She had a soul and we ate it up
 Thrown away like a paper cup
 The music falls

 The only flaw in her detailed plan
 Is where she wins back the love of her man
 Everyone knows that he's [bad word] back

 He took her heart and she took his name
 He couldn't stand taking all the blame
 He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked

 Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
 Of all these demons haunting us
 To keep [bad word] 

 In the dream I refuse to have
 She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath
 We're left to deal with the aftermath again

 On behalf of humanity
 I will fight for your sanity
 How profound such profanity can be

 Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
 Of all these demons haunting us
 To keep [bad word] 

 Won't it be odd to be happy like we
 Always thought we're supposed to feel
 But never seem to be

 Near where I live there's a viaduct
 Where people jump when they're out of luck
 Raining down on the cars and [bad word] below

 They've put a net there to catch their fall
 Like it'll stop anyone at all
 What they don't know is when nature calls, you go

 They say that Jesus and mental health
 Are just for those who can help themselves
 But what good is that when you live in [bad word] on earth?

 From the very fear that makes you want to die
 Is just the same as what keeps you alive
 It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth

 Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
 Of all these demons haunting us
 To keep [bad word] 

 Won't it be odd to be happy like we
 Always thought we're supposed to feel
 But never seem to be

 Hard to admit I fought the war on [bad word] 
 My hands were tied and the phone was bugged
 Another died and the world just [bad word] it off