Song Stories

As ninety-nine red balloons go by

There she goes There she goes again Racing through my brain

All we have to do now Is take these lies and make them true somehow

You're coming on strong You're showing your color Like a setting sun

As the sun hits, she'll be waiting

How does it feel to treat me like you do?

'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, that's life Tryna make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die

If it's over, let it be over

We'll live and die We'll live and die in these towns

If life's fucked up do not despair, just live your life as a Weekend Millionaire.

Baby, I got a plan Run away fast as you can

Everything must run its course.