Paroles: Swingin' Utters. Circular Highway. Mr. Believer.

Pick up the lines between your eyes grow up and get yourself to feeling younger longer for the sunshine waiting for an early rise won't it just shame you? shall I stop and blame you? no one's gonna call you an ambitious teacher or a "get things done" move on to the next one achiever
You will always be nearly a dreamer you got by the misleading name of Mr. Believer
caustic remarks throw you aside distraught with disbelief buried alive oh and I have seen the likes of you grow weaker each passing, men like me digging your grave deeper rapped up and blindfolded barely breathing broke nowhere to go but eyes still shining you crass cowardly clown there's no "Shangri-La" and it don't get any better than right where you are