Wonderful Life Lyrics

There’s a man with his head in his hands as he stands on his plans and falls through angels of cracks in stalls of the walls again

There’s a girl with her hair in a bun running tears through a gun heating up through the mystery and history of her own sum again

There’s a chief with his arms in a cross with his boss at his neck as his girl now in check and he’s checking his own pulse again

There’s a cat with with his face in a strut as he hooks his own lust through the rumors once cast in the plaster mask of the past agai

 

Somehow there all on the run as their phasers on stun and the world that they bought has gone dumb again

Someday they’ll read through the play to the part where they stay
in parades lose the pain pills
and pray again

It’s a wonderful lie It’s a wonderful lie It’s a wonderful life

 

There’s a glam with a phone in her hand and she’s carvin out chances to dance with loose lips and lost ships of fast friends from France again

There’s a kid with a skateboard brigade and his renegade shades flipped to insist he’s a master of behind the back blades again

There’s a sugar pill lost on the floor and were scraping to score like boars sent to slaughter by farmers daughters behind the door again

There’s a virus thats now on the loose – hanging up like a noose in the useless front room of a let down from ex friends again

 

Somehow there all on the run as their phasers on stun and the world that they bought has gone dumb again

Someday they’ll read through the play to the part where they stay
in parades lose the pain pills
and pray again

It’s a wonderful lie It’s a wonderful lie It’s a wonderful life

 

There’s something that stands in the way when theres something to say and you twist on insisting that facts will somehow save the day again

There’s something that stands in the road when your lost in your load and the boats started leaking and creaking and tweaking inside your head

There’s someone you lost in your way that became the religion you crave when your haunted by voices and choices inside again

And exactly just where will they go when the shows hit the curtain and certainty’s lost in the vaults of charities gone ghost my friend?