she's fine, waiting for the enemy, 
she'll sell her soul to reach her goals, cos they'll never let her win,
she's high, waiting for the government, 
she'll let the faces win the races, cos we'll never let em win, 
she's got so many little friends, 
but if you heard the words they said about her when her back's turned, 
you'd see it's all just a little game, 
and yeah, they hurt her more than i do, but they love her all the same 

but to me, you are a work of art, 
and only when i'm with can i breathe, 
and not just play the part in the show, 
they say, dont you know, that the show must go on, 
and i must go on, singing these songs, 
that i dont believe in anymore 

sailing up the sea shore, 
waiting in line as traffic signs direct you where you oughta go, 
think nothing of what you already know, 
cos in this world, beautiful girl, a thinking ship will never float, 
and you've got so many little friends, 
all played for fools, in schools of thoughts, who taught you how you oughta think, 
think nothing of what you already know, 
cos in this world, beautiful girl, a thinking ship will always sink