And hip-hip hooray, we lose again
Dear god, you can suit yourself
Oh you could be, an amputee
Thereâs got to be
Something better thanâ¦
We stink of understatement, weâre so over-friendly
More people to latch on to
More ears to bend
And Iâve swam the long route home enough, yeah broken shoulders
And hip-hip hooray, we lose again
Dear god, how do you forgive yourself
You could be an amputee
It wouldnât matter all that much
It wouldnât mean a thing to me
So answer me
Do you believe its true?
Thereâs gotta be something better than
So donât listen toâ¦
Donât listen to yourselves
We are addicted to ourselves
We leave room for on one else
So answer me
Do you believe its true?
Thereâs gotta be something better than
Keep pushinâ back and youâll come up roses (x2)
Weâre not the same even though we share a name
Keep pushinâ back and youâll come up roses (x2)
I've heard it all before
Seen it all before
Played this scene before
Oh you could be an amputee
It wouldn't matter all that much,
It wouldn't mean a thing to me
So answer me
Do you believe it's true?
There's gotta be something better than this
But itâs nothing to you (x2)
No itâs nothing to you
Itâs something better than this
But itâs nothing to you (x2)
No itâs nothing to you
Itâs something better than this