Lyrics:

Well theres a crazy moon, been up all week
And its messing with the things that I think and do
And I find myself staring at a screen
Wondering how far weve come since the death of cool
There aint no targets to aim for
No more mountains to climb
At least theyre not where they used to be
Why even keep it hard in a flat-lined world
Where every piece of dung is the next big thing
Whats gonna happen now?
Will the good guys pull through somehow?
Stay tuned till next time and well see whats what
Now the boys upstairs with all their best and worst intentions
Know that chaos always wins out in the end
They dont got your back
So use your imagination
And be pretty goddamned careful how you choose your friends
So hold each other tight now and look into each others eyes
Dont be too impressed with the ones above
Cause the worlds getting shaved by another drunken barber
And you gotta build your trust with the ones you love
Well the lies keep coming tough
We need wings to stay above
Stay tuned till next time and well see whats what