Beauty

So you think life should be gay
But you're wasting your times away
Now you see me standing here and I say
I'm down

So you think it would be easy to play
Have a little warm up, hear me today
Drop your sorrows down into a deep frying pan
Fry 'em down

Put away your make-up
Then you see we fake it all up
I know all your stories but never did they bore me more
Beauty of a million years may die
Beauty of a million years

So I think that all my thinking's enough
Thanksgiving, yeah, giving way
Presents, presents, freedom
And in a way I feel great 'cause I give it away
But still I'm down

Put away your make-up
Then you see we fake it all up
I know all your stories but never did they bore me more
Beauty of a million years may die
Beauty of a million years may die

And turning 'round your head
Shocking, making me sick
And I'm puking while I'm wandering around in a field
Filled all up and happy for relief
I'm turning and falling to the ground, to the leaf
That smell I love is humid in the air
And a feeling that it came with a bitch in my chair
With a hole in my head, with a lady in my heart
I start disintegrating for I'm loving and I'm hating

Laughing
Yeah boys, I'm laughing
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, no