I could go off the deep end, 
I could kill all my best friends, 
I could follow those stylish trends, 
And God knows I could make amends. 
But I've got an angry heart, 
Filled with cancers and poppy tarts. 
If this is how you folks make art, 
It's [bad word] depressing. 

And it's sad to know that we are not alone.
And it's sad to know there's no honest way out. 

I'm afraid to leave the house. 
I'm as timid as a mouse. 
I'm afraid if I go out,
I'll outwear my [bad word]  
I'm not a courageous man. 
I don't have any big, lasting plans. 
I'm too cowardly to take a stand. 
I want to keep my nose clean. 

And it's sad to know that we're not alone in this.
And it's sad to know there's no honest way out. 

In this life we lead, we could conquer everything, 
If we could just get the braves to get out of bed in the morning.