A tragic world record

When you've taken everything
And there's nothing left to give
You're stuck with an empty skin
I'll call it my human bag

But you can't forget the past
I keep my diary on its chest
My keys upon its mouth
I write my lyrics upon its legs

This thing is like a nightmare
It's hard to drag it anywhere
I'm riding round in your town

There's love than everything else in your house
You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous

Now I have a fraction of
The respect I used to have
Forget everything you know
And you can fuck what you're fighting for

This thing is like a nightmare
Our dreams can take us anywhere
I'm riding round in your town

There's love than everything else in your house
You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous
I'm outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out
But you're always in the background, and looking out... You're looking out

This thing is like a nightmare
It's hard to drag it anywhere
I'm riding round in your town

There's love than everything else in your house
You can't escape the truth, it's dangerous
I'm outside the back of your house, trying hard to work it out
But you're always in the background, and looking out... You're looking out