Lyrics:

This king of overstatement now
Would like to whisper
Sweet something in your ear all day
From now 'til then
I can't swim for irons on my tail
They want an answer
Hip, hip, hooray, we lose again
Dear God, you can suit yourself!

Oh, you could be
An amputee
There's gotta be
Something better than...

We stink of understatement
We're so over-friendly
More people to latch onto
More ears to bend
And I swam the long route home
And I've got broken shoulders
And hip, hip, hooray, we lose again
Dear God, how do you forgive yourself?

You could be
An amputee
It wouldn't matter all that much
It wouldn't mean a thing to me
So answer me
Do you believe it's true?
There's gotta be
Something better than...
So don't listen to them
Listen to yourself
We are addicted to ourselves
We leave room for no one else
So answer me
Do you believe it's true?
There's gotta be
Something better than...

Keep pushing back, and we'll come up roses
Keep pushing back, and we'll come up roses
We're not the same, even though we share a name
So keep pushing back, and you'll come up roses
Keep pushing back, and you'll come up roses

I've heard it all before
Seen it all before
Played this scene before

Now, you could be
An amputee
It wouldn't matter all that much
It wouldn't mean a thing to me
So answer me
Do you believe it's true?
There's gotta be
Something better than this

But it's nothing to you
But it's nothing to you
No, it's nothing to you
Something better than this
But it's nothing to you
But it's nothing to you
No, it's nothing to you
Something better than this