C'est la vie
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
His final sound a gurgle and a cough
And his final words "the pendulum wore off"
Stepped off a building to find some concrete evidence
Concrete evidence that he'd ever make an impact
Fiction splattered into fact
And his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display
Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
Another lamb that chose the slaughter
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
And his final sound
Stepped off the platform and briefly made the news
Made the news and made the trains run fifteen minutes late
Oh what a price to pay (the trains run fifteen minutes late)
Oh what a price to pay to be the author of your fate
(The trains were fifteen minutes late) to be the author of your fate
(The trains were fifteen minutes late) to be the author of your fate!
(C'est la vie!) a drooling old bitch and a house full of lies
(C'est la vie!) the little things that killed you make you glad to be alive
(C'est la vie!) disease in your genes and ocean levels on the rise
(C'est la vie!) sing a song of living before everybody dies
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
His final sound a gurgle and a cough
And his final words "the pendulum wore off"
Stepped off a building to find some concrete evidence
Concrete evidence that he'd ever make an impact
Fiction splattered into fact
And his fiction splattered into another sidewalk painting on display
Stepped off a bridge so he could make a splash
To make a splash he had to flounder like a fish out of water
Another lamb that chose the slaughter
Stepped off a chair so he could learn to let loose
Learn to let loose before the pendulum wore off
And his final sound
Stepped off the platform and briefly made the news
Made the news and made the trains run fifteen minutes late
Oh what a price to pay (the trains run fifteen minutes late)
Oh what a price to pay to be the author of your fate
(The trains were fifteen minutes late) to be the author of your fate
(The trains were fifteen minutes late) to be the author of your fate!
(C'est la vie!) a drooling old bitch and a house full of lies
(C'est la vie!) the little things that killed you make you glad to be alive
(C'est la vie!) disease in your genes and ocean levels on the rise
(C'est la vie!) sing a song of living before everybody dies
Credits
Writer(s): Moe Carlson, Timothy Millar, Arif Mirabdolbaghi, Rody Walker
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