Lyrics a worthless serenade - The Blunt Force Trauma

Summertime goes pouring down the drain
Wasted all of it washed in powdered champagne
Pot of coffee way to start a mundane
Crying out a worthless
Crying out a worthless serenade

Crying out a worthless serenade
Crying out a worthless serenade
Crying out a worthless serenade
Better than standing out in the rain
Throwing pity parties, marching in parades
Crying out a worthless serenade

At least, there used to be a number
Somewhere I could go running and
Hide for cover
Hide for cover
Now it's washer and it's dryer and I'm frightened in the cupboards

(Their world is full of maple streets
And we'll go from one to the other
Other
Other
And let them destroy
Destroy
Destroy
Destroy
Destroy
Destroy themselves
One to the other
The other
The other
This maple maple maple street street street
Is not unique
By no means
Believe me friends the only thing that's gonna happen
Is that we're gonna eat each other up alive
Alive
Alive
Gonna eat each other up alive
Gonna eat each other up alive
Gonna eat each other up alive
Alive
Alive
Alive
Alive
It's the monster, it's the monster)

Crying out a worthless serenade
Don't know how much longer I can stand the masquerade
One of these days I'm gonna have to break

Always left stranded, hot iron branded a race horse
At least a race horse gets put out to pasture
At least a race horses deepest concern is that he has to run faster

Crying out a worthless serenade
Better than standing out in the rain
Throwing pity parties marching in parades
Ain't got no lemons never make no lemonade
If you wanna cut the heat you'd better stand out in the shade
Crying all about my worthless serenade