Paroles: Good Life (The). Other. For The Love Of The Song.

I thought I'd start this simple song
With something you could sing along
Like, "Nah nah nah nah nah nah"
But then I felt a bit cliche
I started beaten path that way
And besides, it didn't get me very far

I guess the well is running dry
I'm not surprised
It's been thirteen years of lies
Running at the mouth about
These lovers I can't live without
Well, I'm not exactly hunting them down

Down and out and overweight
Under the influence of three years straight
Of drinking on the job
If it's not some love affair
It's a song about the great despair
Of the loner at the end of the bar

Well you are what you are
You are what you are
You are, you are
You do, you do
Nah nah nah nah nah nah

A hundredth verse
Same as the first
I'm a dictophone of drunken slurs
Press rewind, it's a new album
Hot off the press
Hey, but this guy sounds depressed again

So you can never drop this drunken bit
And the fits of pain you still stomach
Well, it's for the love of the song
Oh yeah, the song
Oh yeah, the song
I thought it was
I thought it was supposed to be a singalong
Oh yeah, the song
Oh yeah, the song, the song, the song
The song, for the love of the song