歌词
Oh, sit back and listen in
I'll tell you a little story don't know where to begin
Close your eyes and imagine with me
I'll paint a little picture in your gallery
Tellin' more lies, bend the truth
I guess that's what you call a spoiled youth
I'm all right, but a bit uptight
Just keep me busy on a Saturday night
All your moping
Giving me sorrow >:(Now you're leaving
I had a feeling, oh
When it's over, tell it to me like it is
Tell it to me like it is!
♪
Forget about the story I was gonna tell
I crumpled up the paper, threw it into a well, oh
That's just the way that life does go
How anyone gets by, shit, I don't know
Rhythm blocks from an itchy head
Spill from pen and paper till the day I'm dead
I'll wrap them up in a melody
Sing it to you drunkenly
All your moping
Giving me sorrow
Now you're leaving
I had a feeling, oh
When it's over, tell it to me like it is
Tell it to me like it is!
♪
(You told it to me in the dead of the night
Swung out my hand as I lit up my light
"Share a cigarette with me before I go"
I had to say yes, diggin' a bigger hole)
(You told it to me in the dead of the night??"Trust in the town where warm lads fight"??
I had to say it before I go
"I'm too young to feel this cold!")
♪
Now you're leaving
I had a feeling, oh
When it's over, tell it to me like it is
Tell it to me like it is!