c2011 (S)
If you really loved us
You would kill us
We can't eat, we can't sleep, we can't drink
We're broke
And we can't be fixed
Won't you please dig us a hole
It would give us someplace to go
We are much too strong to compromise
With a face like that
We had better stay out of trouble
Every wrinkle tells a story
And all the world's a tragedy
We're just bad actors
In a story with no end
All that pent-up energy
No useful place to roam
Confused yet?
You bet.