being somebody else

how are you going to pass the time of day

in your beautiful empty shell

when you've shaken the hand of so many sinceroes

you feel like a fake yourself

how do you choose between you and me

when we both feed on being somebody else

so you suck on the juice of youth and use any chemical you can get

you get deeper in debt every step you take on your ladder of lifelessness

bye bye to the boring times

hello to my friend

how you been being somebody else?

now the troops in you head won't obey what you say

and the mutiny seems to spread

and all you can hear is a voice in your ear and it's telling you that

you're dead

the sun sets in a coffee cup

the moon throws up

the flood flows over the house

the books start jumping from the shelf

and the clothes horse races itself

now we're all so busy being somebody else. roll to me