Chinese food and your sleeping back
Were born-again losers
Its funny
Honey, you know, this is not so bad
Hanging around, wired for sound
Its funny and sad and its true
Im aching, aching for you
We carry an island around on our backs
Were born-again vagrants
Its funny
And we ask for nothing whenever we land
Meanwhile, we got something, isnt that something ?
Its funny and sad and its true
Im aching, aching for you
Wailing in the garage
Breaking all the rulez and I dont need you
You know youre truly bizarre
Youre changing all the rules and I dont need you
But I want you bad
Were all I ever had
Love is a needle, goes all the way down
Im always surprised
Its funny
So shoot me a roll of your best paradise
Its so pretty I just want to die
Its funny and sad and its true
Im aching, aching for you
Its funny and sad and its true
Im aching, aching for you