Ain't it funny?
Don't you think?
How that cartoon skunk can't seem to tell he stinks
He's so damn charming
Pepe le pu
But if he crossed your path, you'd run now wouldn't you?
It's always the same old story
Nothing but guts, no glory
It's all in the lies we think are true
Help me, can you help me?
With the reasons that compel me
To dispel the other voices in my head
I know I'm running short
But if I offered a retort
I'd tell you games aren't ever real sports in the end
We're all sitting
Watching TV
But it's what's on screen they call reality
Are we addicted?
To what we had
After a message from our sponsors, we'll be back
It's always the same old movie
Adapted from how it should be
It lies in the fiction, not the facts
Help me, can you help me?
With the reasons that compel me
To dispel the other voices in my head
I know I'm running short
But if I offered a retort
I'd tell you games aren't ever real sports in the end
To and fro and dosey doe
Take a little drink until you're fast under the table now
Back and forth, get ready to be scorched
You're using bigger words but still play with matches anyhow
You play with matches anyhow
Help me, can you help me?
With the reasons that compel me
To dispel the other voices in my head
I know I'm running short
But if I offered a retort
I'd tell you games aren't ever real sports in the end
Help me, can you help me?
With the reasons that compel me
To propel the constant questions in my head
I know I'm falling short
But if I offered a retort
I'd swear that landing's not a real sport in the end
Still these voices can't pretend
There's not a fire up ahead