in the land of the brave and the bold
sunlight is hurting my eyes
but it's on to the glittering prize
there'll be a merger before it gets cold
they've closed down the whole seventh floor
the young guns are ready for war
used the spare ticket just for my coat
i guess i should swallow my pride
but i'd be damned if i hawked it outside
monday morning and no one to blame
keep hitting icebergs but i'm still afloat
i'd like a new body and face
but i'd settle for a friend with a space
up to now and hard to say
here comes mr. worldly and wise
if he touches me again i'll scream
i can't stand his sensitive eyes
like i'm some dying diva to him