Lyrics:

Life has teeth, it bites the feedin' open hand
You wanna be in a band?
I got to feeling I got too much too soon
Too fucked up, I don't know?
I gotta get to the show
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get through to you?
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get next to you?
Like a telephone call would do
Fuck it!
Everlone, everlone
A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Everlone, into the great unknown
Leavin' it all to fate for a while
'Til the fire in my eyes passes by
When ideas run out, any fool can make a fist
I got the will to resist
I got the power of one, the fear of none
The arms to judge the man
I'll bet you don't understand
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get through to you?
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get next to you?
Like a telephone call would do
Fuck it!

Everlone, everlone
A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone, into the great unknown
Leavin' it all to fate for a while
'Til the fire in my eyes passes by
(Passes by) Like a train, like the strangers all around
(Passes by) Like a pain, like the only friend I've found
But if you mix self-confidence with some common sense
Maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever
(Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever)
Everlone, everlone
A thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone, into the great unknown
Leavin' it all to fate for a while
For a while, 'til the fire in my eyes passes by