In the court of our friends' opinion

In the righteous? eyes of all our friends

In the way the phone goes dead

In the way you use your head

I can see how this thing is gonna end



In the darkest hours of my depression

In the rocks it takes to end

In the way you cross you legs

In the way my right hand shakes

I can see how this thing is gonna end



Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy



When the smoke pours into the bedroom

When the man comes 'round collecting all our friends

When the loved one finally learns

That the fire no longer burns

I can see how this thing is gonna end



Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

Goodbye, goodbye from a nervous guy

From a nervous guy






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