[bad word] this May
We’ll [bad word] in the sun again
Your time [bad word] 
You're just a young broken heart
Been out sleeping in the yard
How could you be so dumb?

All we losers stand in line
Just waiting for our time
Broken angel take that plane
And finger paint the sky

'Till everything shines
Everything shines
Everything shines
Everything shines

Old broken clock
Haven't heard your old tick-tocking
Now for much too long

And lonely jukebox
In the corner of a nightclub
And I need your song

All we losers stand in line
Just waiting for our time
Broken angel take that plane
And finger paint the sky

'Till everything shines
Everything shines
Everything shines
Everything shines
Everything shines
Everything shines