I failed again. Well, nothing I do seems to work
It only seems to make matters worse and worse
I got nasty. just hang around
And it goes on and on like an artificial bomb
In that perfect world, oh

I failed again. And now I go back to the stars
It only seems to make matters worse
Trying to write my tracks. Trying to write my tracks
And it goes on and on like an artificial bomb
In that perfect world, oh

Yeaaarh!