歌词
One, two, three
Now you're talking, making better sense
Finally you're giving reason to the pain in my chest
It's pity season, what a funny way to live
And the nerve to mention over dinner, you've got a year to live
So I'm picking up a motto
You get what you get and this is it, so chew and swallow
But if that is the price you're paying, I know
Everything means nothing at all
At all
You're a shining example of every way I fall short
But a dying hero's good for me like Toblerone for a horse
Am I lucid dreaming? Can I throw the ball in your court?
It ain't growing up without you here to help and keep me on course
So I'm picking up a motto
You get what you get and this is it, so chew and swallow
But if that is the price you're paying, I know
Everything means nothing at all
At all
At all
At all