Going, Going, Gone
When the words that you call your own
Have a very very foriegn tone
And you feel like you're alone
And the message that you didn't mean
Stops a dirty mind from coming clean
Ah, the right to be obscene....
Well I don't think I'm getting nowhere someone somewhere
Understand
Nearly missing all my marbles this is not a perfect plan
And it won't be very long
'Til I'm going going gone...'
(And is there really something wrong with me?)
And if you hide in the metal maze
You look back on apathetic days
And you feel like mayonaise
And the faces that you call your friends
Are expecting you to make amends
Well I guessit all depends...
And it won't be very long..
(Chorus)
(And is there really something wrong with me now?)
Where is all the air for breathing?
I'm not leaving until I know
Waiting for the resolution I can't seem to let it go
And it won't be very long
Gee it's been a dry September Mr. Member cry and pout
I don't mean to change the subjuct I just want to go
Shut it out
And it won't be very long....