Kick

Kick, you know you're still a kid And your diet's too full of additives Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth Dreamin' that you're hopping a fence This world must have it out for you From the shores of Montauk up to Malibu The trappings of a name you never could escape These people wanna live in the past Some Golden Age that they never had I thought we lost that Camelot I thought we lost that Camelot Some children story we forgot Grew old so long ago Kick, it's hard to find a friend In a place that is so cruel and partisan But you should go in style to Stockholm for a while Live outside the oblivions lens One day you'll have a fine divorce And a cemetery plot in Hyannisport Next time you close your eyes On a helicopter ride I hope you see it isn't your fault I hope you know it isn't your fault I thought they shot that Camelot I thought they shot that Camelot Whoever shot this movie, stop Keep rolling Said the show must go on Layin' in the office on an old chaise-lounge Listening to the doctor drone No therapeutic healing once the shock wears off Answer every question you know Hidin' in the hammock with the shades pulled down Wonderin' if the story's broke Tragedy is profit once the word gets out Tabloids at the country store Searchin' under tables when the bar closes down Said somebody stole your phone Now there's no one to talk to But these trust fund drunks Should have brought a chaperone Kick, I'd love to help you But I just don't count Friendship makes you paranoid I don't believe in curses but I just might now You never really had a choice Like all your broken toys Kick you know this life is rich But pleasure is not the same as happiness But if you don't collide with the traffic in your mind I think you'll find your way out of this I hope you'll find your way out of this