This world is a lonely placeOne head and two pillowsOld statues made from the deadOnly noticed by pigeonsWhen I hung up the phone last nightIt just sounded so tiredFrom all the bastardsThat keep bringing you downSo don't let them hurt youThey don't feel like we doThey hang on to thingsThey're puppets with stringsBut no one to pullSo don't let them push youDon't let them use youAnd even if you fallJust say *** them allWhen you hit the floorThis world is a lonely placeOne head and two pillowsSo you keep remembering yourselfAll the good things that you're missingI guess when you're down and outYou just don't feel the dangerSo here they comeThere they goThe bastards once againSo don't let them hurt youThey don't feel like we doThey hang on to thingsThey're puppets with stringsBut no one to pullSo don't let them push youDon't let them use youDon't let them use youYou don't let to fallJust say *** them allOoh, ooh, oohDon't let them lose youSo don't let them hurt youThey don't feel like we doWhy don't you drink this all up?Don't let them push youDon't let them tart youThree, two, one goesGroß- exhaustedBut there's restraint for no one to pullSo don't let them push youDon't let them yell at youEven if you fall, just say followWhen you hit the floorWhen you hit the floorWhen you hit the floor