The Only Bad Thing That Ever Happened

Here's something to think about
when you're burning your money for warmth
There was nothing to be done
We had liquid bread and rock show circuses
and so many songs unsung
Now I can write my dumb life story
in ink on the back of my hand
Keep moving to the hard rhythms
of pounding boots on sand
We can learn everything and forget it all within a week
We were born knowing how to scream
but no one taught us how to speak
Here's something to do
when you're sick of being frightened and
it's too cold to go out
and every cigarette and every 12 ounce can is
wasted space inside your mouth
You can sing your dumb life story
as loud as you possibly can
Keep moving to the hard rhythms
of pounding boots on sand.
We can learn everything and forget it all within a week
We were born knowing how to scream
but no one taught us how to speak
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think about
Here's something to think