Oh well that's too bad
Oh well that's too bad
Oh well that's too bad
Oh well that's too bad
I talk a lot, a sign of fear
I thought you should know
I can see pictures of me well
They're so-so
I'll come on to the leader
Like I'm some hero
He'll laugh and raise his dying eyes
And just tell me to go
1920 Flashbacks for an hour or more
Of crazy actors hiding
In the doorways top floor
Machines scream in anger
From a thousand dead ends
I turn my face, I crawl away,
I look for a friend