Funhouse
Katie's at the window staring at the leaves on the ground
Her brother's in the kitchen eating cat food when no one's around
She's throwing out her photos in a shopping bag
Drinking too much coffee cause the weekend's a drag
And Julie said to meet her down at Jimmy's bar
But she doesn't have the number and her dad has the car
She's not a charity case, she's been stuck in a funhouse maze
It's hard to be sane anymore when you're living in a metaphor
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Rusty's on the road for a month playing bass in a band
But you'll never get to heaven eating Cheetos in the back of a van
The gig down in Philly was a crying shame
They tried to sell their record there but nobody came
He's working every weekday at the hardware store
And he's wondering every Friday what he's doing it for
He's not a charity case, he's been stuck in a funhouse maze
It's hard to be sane anymore when you're living in a metaphor
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
And every night it's been the same disease
They hear the words inside their head
The ones that you say when no one's around
Cause everybody's been so hard to please
They never say it but it's easy to see in their eyes
They're wasting their time, paying the price
It's time to go free
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
You're standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
It's not a charity case, you've been stuck in a funhouse maze
It's hard to be sane anymore when you're living in a metaphor
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Her brother's in the kitchen eating cat food when no one's around
She's throwing out her photos in a shopping bag
Drinking too much coffee cause the weekend's a drag
And Julie said to meet her down at Jimmy's bar
But she doesn't have the number and her dad has the car
She's not a charity case, she's been stuck in a funhouse maze
It's hard to be sane anymore when you're living in a metaphor
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Rusty's on the road for a month playing bass in a band
But you'll never get to heaven eating Cheetos in the back of a van
The gig down in Philly was a crying shame
They tried to sell their record there but nobody came
He's working every weekday at the hardware store
And he's wondering every Friday what he's doing it for
He's not a charity case, he's been stuck in a funhouse maze
It's hard to be sane anymore when you're living in a metaphor
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
And every night it's been the same disease
They hear the words inside their head
The ones that you say when no one's around
Cause everybody's been so hard to please
They never say it but it's easy to see in their eyes
They're wasting their time, paying the price
It's time to go free
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
You're standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
It's not a charity case, you've been stuck in a funhouse maze
It's hard to be sane anymore when you're living in a metaphor
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Standing on the edge on a Saturday night
Try to tell yourself it's gonna be alright
East wind's blowing in you know what they say
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Don't you worry, baby, there'll be better days
Credits
Writer(s): Yosef Siegal
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