| Well you watched the sun, | |
| Gazed a star, and it won't be long | |
| It won't be long | |
| Before you rust, come try your luck | |
| It's just a plan, | |
| Kafka said | |
| Well careless driver steps on the brake | |
| Better love the envy that you create | |
| Better watch yourself | |
| Watch yourself | |
| Are you ready or not, maybe let's go | |
| Kick your head back and watch it in slow-mo | |
| For all you pretty ones, ya hum along in oblivion | |
| Afraid to be alone, all made up to be someone | |
| Oh, you pretty ones, fade away and come undone | |
| Got to find a better way, to mold your skin or so they say | |
| That's right | |
| Such lofty hymns, a kiss to the wind | |
| And take good care, like you ever cared | |
| It's bittersweet and a kiss goodnight | |
| Elevator to the bright side of life | |
| That's all you know, the story goes | |
| Tightropes walking much tripping on clovers | |
| Disillusion yourself from your brothers | |
| For all you pretty ones, ya hum along in oblivion | |
| Afraid to be alone, you're all made up to be someone | |
| Oh, you pretty ones, you fade away and come undone | |
| You've got to find a better way, to mold your skin or so they say | |
| That's right | |
| Oh that's right | |
| Yeah, are you ready or not, maybe let's go | |
| Kick your head back and watch it in slow-mo | |
| For all you pretty ones, ya hum along in oblivion | |
| Afraid to be alone, all made up to be someone | |
| Oh, you pretty ones, you fade away and come undone | |
| Got to find a better way, to mold your skin or so they say | |
| To mold your skin or so they say | |
| To mold your skin or so they say | |
| That's right | |
| That's right | |
| That's right |