The drunk kids, the catholics They’re all about the same They’re waiting for something Hoping to be saved - Conor Oberst

And I sing and sing of awful things
The pleasure that my sadness brings.

We're all too busy working, entertaining ourselves
With forty hours, television and prescription pills Well, I take two a day to help my brain behave
It never does, but who's to say? At least my doctor gets paid.

'Cause a costume can be comfortable
It can make you feel more beautiful
It can even make you look like someone else
But it's still you, so there's nothing you can do
Like a bad habit, the one you couldn't kick, there it always is
And it's nothing that no doctor's gonna fix.