This Ones For The Boys

Burn it all and break your home
This one's for the boys
You're a vain and shameless man
But hell, i love your voice

Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths
I'd like to mark your words
'Cause sometimes i don't trust you
When you're singing
Of love and play
It's the story of you

Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
In the wake of a big machine

Honey honey and money and man
All my lonely boys
Easy with the slight of hand
You're talking sweet
'Bout the pain and the ladies

And sometimes you look ugly
When you're happy
And sometimes you look better
When you're down
A real good song
It's the story of you

Losing to your daydream
You dancing with a smokescreen
Goin' under with your daydream
You're sliding through the big sleep

Man, you can sing
Like you're tryin' to break my heart
And you can hate
And you can blame it on the stars
You're strung up in your guitar
You're strung out on who you are
Now come on boys, it's time you let it go

See me losing to your daydream
See me dancing with your smokescreen
Going under with your daydream

In the wake of the big machine
In the wake of the big machine
In the wake of the big machine